Chapter EIGHT
“FINN. GETin here.”
Finn cringed at the sound of Rocky’s voice. He’d only just arrived and hadn’t even had time to put down his stuff. He straightened his shoulders as he entered his brother’s office.
“Morning,” he said.
“Hardly. It’s nearly midday. If I can get here early, so can you.”
Damn Rocky for interfering—Finn had planned to limit his time there by getting inlate and leaving early. He didn’t need Rocky looking over his shoulder.
“Sorry.” Finn shrugged. “The train took longer than I thought. I’ll leave earlier tomorrow, and once I have a car, it won’t be a problem.”
“It wouldn’t be such a problem if you moved into my place. The trip is half the time as it takes to get out to yours.”
Finn stiffened. “I’ve told you, I’m happy out there, at least forthe time being. I’ll make sure I’m on time in future.”
Rocky stood and walked around the desk. “That won’t be a problem anymore. I’ve found a solution.”
“A solution to what?”
“I’m giving you a driver.”
“A driver? What sort of driver?”
Rocky rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Finn. Didn’t they teach you anything at that fancy university of yours? Adriver, as in someone todriveyou around,make sure you turn up where you’re meant to beandon time.”
“I don’t need a driver. I’m perfectly capable of driving myself.”
“Come with me, and I’ll introduce you.” Rocky totally ignored him, and Finn wanted to punch him as he walked toward the door. Instead he took a couple of deep breaths and followed.
The staff room attached to the workshop was a large room with a kitchen area and a coupleof tables where the guys could sit and eat or just hang out. The first thing Finn noticed was the gorgeous guy he ran into last week. His body’s response was immediate; his pulse sped up, and his mouth went dry.Strange, I thought he was a customer.
The guy immediately pushed back from the table and stood. He was well over six feet tall, and standing at his full height accentuated just how wellbuilt he was—broad shouldered and strongly muscled but exhibiting grace in his movements as he approached. Finn swallowed heavily as the man gave him the once-over, but it was Rocky the guy approached. He thrust out his hand, and Rocky shook it.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d turn up today,” Rocky said.
“I said I would, and here I am. I’m a man of my word.”
Rocky gave a curt nod. “Stack give you arundown of what’s needed?”
The guy glanced at Finn before giving his attention back to Rocky. “He did. General driving, a few errands. Making sure things run smoothly. Helping your brother out.”
Finn’s eyes widened.
Rocky smirked. “That’s one way of putting it. Basically you need to look after this kid here.”
Finn stepped out of the way when Rocky tried to throw an arm around his shoulders.They were talking about him like he wasn’t even there, and he refused to be treated as if he were invisible, and definitely refused to be treated like a child.
“I absolutely don’t need a driver or help of any sort—”
“Shut it, Finn. We’ve been through this before. You’ll do whatever I tell you to do.”
Finn inhaled a deep breath.Show no fear. Don’t be pushed around.“It really isn’t necessary,and”—Finn waved a hand in the guy’s direction—“he’ll be bored because there’ll be nothing for him to do.”
Rocky stepped closer and narrowed his eyes. They were red-rimmed, obvious evidence of a big night the previous evening, but his glare was cold, as was his tone. “Shut. It.”
“Jesus, Rocky. Why do you always have to have things your way?”
