"Rooster?" I ask, taking a large swig.
She rolls her eyes and leans closer. "The neighbor behind us decided to get a rooster. I was out for my walk yesterday, and it attacked me."
Worry builds. I close one fist. "What? Are you okay?"
She waves her hand in front of her face. "Yeah. It's fine."
"No, it's not," Finn insists.
I arch my eyebrows, keeping my fist tight.
He seethes, "She has peck marks all over her calves."
"Oh shit!" I blurt out.
Brenna insists, "I'm okay. But the poor rooster."
I lock eyes with Finn. "You break its neck?"
"Of course I did."
I nod. "Good."
Brenna's lips twitch. "That was a little extreme."
"No, it wasn't. The neighbors are lucky I didn't break theirs," Finn declares.
"Too right," I offer, and hold out my mug.
Finn clinks it, and we both drink.
Brenna groans.
The server, Jessica, comes over. "Are you ready to order?"
Finn states, "We both want fish and chips. Not sure about Brax."
"Same," I answer.
"Another round?" she asks.
"Please," I say.
She nods and leaves.
Finn's tone shifts. He tries to act casual, but it's not. I know when he's prying, but trying not to pry. It's something I respect about him. He understands that a man deserves independence and privacy. But when he suspects something is off, he'll step in.
He comments, "So I knew Sean was hiding out, but what's your excuse?"
My throat tightens. "We're both around."
"He's missed workouts. Killian's losing his damn mind, not sparring with him every morning. And now both of you didn't show up this morning," Finn points out.
My heart races. I quickly state, "Sean's just been tired."
"Since when does Sean O'Malley get tired?" Finn pushes.
Brenna sighs. "Finn?—"
