Finley
Monday morning, Finley stopped by the bakery to see Sorcha, who'd told him the day before that she worked Monday through Thursday at the bakery. He was like a junkie who needed his next fix when it came to her.
“Good morning, Sweetheart,” he said after he walked in.
“Good morning, Sexy,” she replied and moved around the counter to give him a kiss since they were alone.
“I could get used to that,” he told her and squeezed her ass. “You look good enough to eat,” he added with a smirk.
Sorcha laughed. “You're incorrigible,” she told him.
“When it comes to you, you're damn right,” he told her. “I just wanted to see you before I went to work.”
“I'm glad you came by. How about a pastry to give you a little rush?” she said, motioning to the glass cases.
“How about a cannoli?” he replied.
“You just want to taste my goods,” she teased.
“I've already tasted your goods, and they're delicious,” he growled.
He chuckled when she blushed. “You're cute when you blush,” he told her.
“Says you,” she countered and boxed up a cannoli for him.
He paid and gave her another quick kiss. “Because it's true,” he said. “See you tomorrow, Sweetheart. I'll talk to you later,” he added and headed to work.
He ate the cannoli on the drive and hummed a tune as he headed into the office.
“Someone's in a good mood,” Bob said.
“I had a great weekend, and a great morning, so far,” he replied.
“Did you hear?” Susan said. “Ferguson is in the hospital. His son is taking over running things until he's out. Funny thing is, the doctors can't figure out what's going on. His heart went haywire, but there's no explanation as to why.”
“How do you know that?” Finley asked, dread filling him. He had a very bad feeling he knew what was going on.
“His son announced it to those of us who were already here,” Mary put in. “You two would have known too if you came in early like us. But you like your beauty sleep,” she teased.
He forced a laugh. “Yeah, well, I don't mind being here until five,” he said. “We should get to work, the job's not going to do itself,” he added and went to his desk.
The day dragged out and when five o'clock finally hit, he logged off his computer, packed up his briefcase, and headed out the door. Once he got to his SUV, he sent a quick text.
Me:Hey, Sweetheart, are you at your shop? I need to talk to you. It's important
Sweetheart:Yes, I am, Sexy. Come on by
Me:See you in a few
He climbed in, turned on the engine, and headed to The Wicked Owl. When he arrived, he parked and headed inside.
“Hey, Sexy. What's going on?” Sorcha asked.
“Hey, Sweetheart. I think the spell I got from you has gone wrong.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“My boss is in the hospital, with heart issues, but the doctors can't figure out the cause.”
