“So big brother never got to vet the guy?”
“No. Sloane was in Dublin for about six months, performing an internal audit on our offices there. I could tell by the change in her demeanor that she’d met someone. She was happy––correction––she was in love.”
“Then what happened?”
“I was in London when I got word she’d been involved in a serious car accident. From the pictures the police showed me, I’m not sure how she survived. Actually, according to the doctors, she didn’t have a pulse when the medics arrived. They placed her in a medically induced coma for two weeks, until the swelling around her brain resolved. They told me she was pregnant while I kept vigil at her bedside.”
“Oh my God, Finn. That’s horrible.”
Knowing how close the two of them were, I couldn’t imagine what he went through during that time. He had to have been going out of his mind with worry.
“The worst part was when she woke up. The devastation in her eyes when she asked what happened to the man she’d been with in the car…it gutted me. It was the one and only time she ever spoke his name. Rogan. Her memory of the accident was hazy, but she remembered a loud popping noise, then a flash of light before the car went off the road.”
“Wait, Rogan? She named her sonafter him?”
“The guy leaves her for dead and she honors him? How feckin’ twisted is that?”
“Finn.” My heart broke for him…and her. Laying my hand on top of his, I squeezed. “There’s obviously more to the story than we know.”
“Yeah, well, Sloane won’t talk about it.”
“She’s grieving.”
“She needs to get over it,” he grumbled like a petulant child. “You don’t have to say it. I know I’m being irrational.”
“So long as you’re aware,” I deadpanned.
Exhaling heavily, he slapped his hands on his knees. “You should probably make that call.”
“Can’t we just stay in our bubble a little bit longer?”
“Now who’s the irrational one?”
“Asshole.” I rolled my eyes.
“Thanks, Mac.”
“Anything for you, Waverly.”
Disconnecting quickly, I glared daggers at the man sitting next to me. I should’ve known there was going to be an issue when Mac requested to switch our call to video. There for a second, I thought Finn was going to whip it out and piss around me in a circle. It wasn’t his fault. Mac was goading him from the start. I’d never wanted to strangle someone more than when he asked if I wanted to have dinner the next time he was in town. Bastard knew exactly what he was doing.
Men. Grr.
“I don’t like that guy.”
“No shit.”
“He still wants you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Finn. He was playing you.”
“He wants what’s mine.” A salacious grin slid across his face as he stood. “Did Mac ever fuck you in your office?”
“Excuse me?”
He leaned down and grasped my hands, pulling me to my feet. The protest was on the tip of my tongue. However, a gasp came out when he lifted me by the hips, setting me on the edge of my antique wooden desk.
“Did he spread you out on top of all your paperwork, then lick your pussy until you came?”
