Hell of a way to find out your husband was fucking his assistant—surprising him at work in a last-ditch effort to save their marriage. That was what he’d overheard her say to Willow anyway. What a scumbag. Rory could be a lot to handle, but she was good people when it came right down to it. And any asshole who didn’t see that wasn’t welcome in his establishment, plain and simple.
There’d been rumors floating around about Sean and Desiree before now, but given Finn’s history with Havenbrook and the busybodies working their mouths overtime, he hadn’t put a whole lot of stock in it. At least, not until he’d heard the story directly from the horse’s mouth. Well, the horse was now nose-deep in a shit-ton of vodka and well on her way to a nasty hangover come tomorrow.
“Hey, man.” Nash took a seat a couple spots down from the sisters and lifted his chin in their direction. “What’s doin’ over there?”
Finn lifted a brow as he poured Nash a glass of his usual. “You ain’t heard already?”
“Heard what?”
Finn rested his elbows on the bar top and leaned forward, dropping his voice to be sure it didn’t carry. “Sean’s been sleepin’ with his assistant. Rory walked in on it tonight. Was headed there to surprise him with a night out, I guess.”
Nash glanced over at Rory, still dolled up in a pretty black dress, her hair loose and lips painted bright red, and let a string of curses loose under his breath.
“My thoughts exactly,” Finn said. “I’m torn between tellin’ her to slow down so she doesn’t get a bitch of a hangover tomorrow and giving her the whole damn bottle.”
Nash reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, shuffling through his cash. “How much?”
“For what?”
“The bottle of whatever she’s drinkin’.” He tossed a couple twenties on the counter. “Gimme a shot glass too, would you?”
Shit, was he going to have two drunk asses on his hands before the night was over? Though, if anyone was going to get drunk with Rory, there were worse people than Nash King to be by her side.
Finn grabbed the bottle of Grey Goose he’d been pouring for Rory and passed it, along with a shot glass, to Nash. He slid off his stool and walked toward the sisters, Finn following behind the bar, eavesdropping as Willow chatted with her sister.
“Shut up, Rory. I’m serious,” Willow said firmly. “I’m not gonna leave you alone at thebardrinking your night away just because I had plans.”
“Not just any plans. Plans to have amazing sex with your hot boyfriend.”
Finn choked out a laugh and tried to cover it with a cough. Well, shit. Maybe he’d given her too much to drink already.
Willow didn’t even glance his way, too busy staring at her sister, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head. “Oh my word, you’ve had enough liquor for one night. Hell, I think you’ve had enough for the whole damn year.” She reached for the empty shot glass in front of Rory, but her older sister slapped her hand away.
“Leave it! Listen to me now, I’m the oldest and I know best.” Rory sniffed, tilting her head up—and nearly falling off the stool in the process. “And what’s best is me getting shit-faced right here in this beautiful bar I helped design in secret. All ’cause I was too worried about what my lyin’, cheatin’ asshole of a husband would think about me doing somethin’ I loved. When that dickface was out doin’someoneelse.”
“Oh shit,” Finn said under his breath.
“Rory. Honey. Why don’t we get you on home? You can stay with me and Mac tonight. I’ll have Momma get the kids, and you don’t have to worry—”
“Oh Lord, the kids,” Rory moaned, looking close to tears.
Willow shot him a panicked look, and Finn could only shrug in response because…yeah, no, he definitely didn’t have any idea how to handle that pile of shit.
“Hey, ladies. I’m not interruptin’, am I?” Nash slid onto the stool on Rory’s other side, setting his glass right next to hers before pouring them each a shot. He lifted her glass and held it out to her, brows raised as he waited for her to take it.
“What’s—” Willow started, but Finn placed his hand on her arm.
“Just give it a minute,” he murmured.
Rory shifted her gaze from Nash to the glass he held out and back again. Finally, she took it, and he clinked his glass with hers, then they both downed the shot.
“You can go ahead with whatever you had planned, Will,” Nash said, pouring them both another. “Been a rough day, and I could use a few more of these.”
Finn didn’t buy the lie—Nash never had rough days. The man was as easygoing as a golden retriever and never let much get to him.
Fortunately, Rory was too far gone to notice anything. “Yeah, Will, you heard the man. Go make out with your boyfriend. Have the kind of amazing sex I’ve never experienced. Do it for both of us, all right? I’mma have a few drinks with this hot man who isn’t fucking his assistant.” She turned to Nash, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. “You’re not fucking your assistant, are you?”
“Don’t have an assistant, princess, so that’d be a no.”
