“Yeah,” he says, this time nodding like he might actually consider it.
“So what are we drinking?” Josie asks as she picks up a menu. “And who are we doing tonight?”
Finn rubs his hands together. “So it’s that kind of night, huh?”
I shake my head and sigh. There’s no way I’m having sex tonight. I already did the research for the article. But as I snag my own menu, an idea comes to me, and I straighten in my seat. “Oh, you’re both men.”
Josie shoots me a glare. “We already established that you can’t do them.”
JJ pushes back from me, like he really thinks that’s what I’m after.
With a groan, I punch him in the arm. “I’m not going to seduce you, goalie. I’m doing research and I think you could help.”
He rubs his arm and frowns. “How?”
Finn waggles his brows. “I’m down to be seduced if that’s the kind of help you need. I’m a team player.”
Josie smacks his chest. “Shut up, Little Langfield.”
“I’m the same age as you.”
“Doesn’t matter,” she says with a huff. “That’s what my brother calls you, so that’s your nickname. And no one is getting into Sav’s panties.”
True. Because once again, I’m not wearing any.
“And I don’t need that kind of help,” I say, keeping the panty info to myself. “What you could do to help, though, is give me a list of your turnoffs.” I pull out my phone and swipe up on the screen, then navigate to the notes app.
Finn slouches. “I’d really rather discuss what turns me on.”
“I haven’t dated in a long-ass time,” JJ mutters.
Josie breaks into a smirk. “Did you even date Tabby?”
“Ha ha,” he deadpans. “But she’s got a point. I didn’t, so I’m probably not much help.”
Sighing, I flop back against the booth. “Fine. Finn, that meansyou’re my only hope. C’mon. I’m sure in all the time you’ve been chased by ball bunnies, you’ve met some crazies.”
With a chuckle, he scratches his head, making his messy hair even more chaotic. “JJ probably has equally scary stories, but yeah, one time I walked into a hotel room to pick up a girl for a date, but when I got there, she had balloon animals all over the bed.”
Humming, I take a minute to conjure the image. “I could actually see you liking that.”
Finn’s eyes light up. “The tiger was freaking phenomenal,” he gushes. But a second later, his expression sours. “The balloon letters on the bed, though…The ‘eat my pussy cat…’” He shudders. “Not so much.”
A cackle escapes me before I can stop it. “Holy shit.”
JJ bursts into laughter too. “I can totally see it.”
“She was upset that I didn’t appreciate her hard work.” Finn shakes his head roughly, like he’s trying to shake the memory from his mind.
“Dating in the Pinterest era,” Josie mutters. “It’s not for the faint of heart.”
“Honestly, all I ever wanted was someone who was kind and good and who didn’t care about my last name.” JJ shrugs, his posture sagging.
Damn. I can’t help but feel for the guy. What he’s describing really doesn’t feel like much, yet he clearly doesn’t think that’s what he got with Tabitha.
“Yeah, or someone who isn’t obsessed with their ex,” Finn says. “I’ve dated quite a few of those. Like I don’t need to hear about your last date or your high school boyfriend who you are totally over,” he adds, using a high-pitched voice.
“I once had a girl photoshop us on vacations together,” Josie says, elbows on the table.
