Tabitha:No problem.Everything is manageable. See you when you get in.
I set the phone aside and settled back against Finn’s chest. “There. Handled.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that,” I traced the edge of his tattoo again. “Icarus.”
“Flew too close to the sun,” he replied, dry humor seeping back into his voice.
“Flew too close to the sun,” I repeated.
“Will probably do it again unless someone takes his wings.”
“We’ll just have to come up with something more interesting here on the ground.”
“Like the performance of the century.”
“Or at least the decade so far.”
Finn barked out a laugh, jostling me before starting to sit up.
“Alright, you comedian,” he set me away with a grin. “You should go get ready for work and I should get ready for sitting around on your couch or bumming around Park City, or whatever it is unemployed mortals do after their wings have melted.”
I got up, smoothing the covers. Finn rolled off the other side and did the same.
“Hey,” I stood and looked at him, a wild thought occurring to me. “Would you want to come to work with me instead?”
Interest flashed across his features.
“We have a giant cardboard cutout of Dom’s character that he signed.”
“Well now Ihaveto go,” he spread his arms and shrugged as if there was no other answer. “Shower?” He pointed down the hall.
“The towels in there are fresh. Assuming Enzo isn’t up yet and hasn’t used them all, you should be good.”
“Thanks,” he turned to leave. We both froze as we heard Enzo’sdoor open. It didn’t take long before he’d wandered into my room wearing one of his ridiculous kaftans.
“Hey Sash,” he yawned, stretching. “Hey Finn.” We stared at him, still motionless as if it somehow meant he wouldn’t see us. Instead, he looked between us, recognition dawning.
“Wait, does this mean...?” He pointed back and forth, and I stepped forward, ready to vigorously defend Finn’s honor, though part of me wished it had gone the other way. “I could have slept in the big bed!” I released the breath I’d been holding.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Finn was quick to answer.
“What do you mean?” Enzo put his hands on his hips. “Are you telling me you didn’t both just sleep in your clothes on top of Sasha’s bed? Straight people. So boring.”
“We actually need your help,” I refused to acknowledge his admittedly funny dig.
Enzo’s eyes lit up like I’d just told him Christmas was coming early. “Help with what exactly?” But the way he perked up suggested he already had suspicions.
“We’re fake dating,” Finn responded bluntly. “As of last night.”
“Mama Mía!” Enzo clapped his hands together, then pressed them to his heart like he was trying to contain his joy. “This is the best news I’ve gotten all year. Better than the engagement, better than the movie deal, better than...”
“Better than your own engagement?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, tied for best news,” he waved his hand dismissively, then pointed between us. “But this! This is perfect! You two are perfect! I am a genius!”
“You’re taking credit for this?” Finn asked, amused.
