The screen door slammed, and Mitch swung around to see Finn, sleep rumpled and only wearing a pair of underwear but looking at Mitchin confusion.
Fuck!
How much did Finn hear? How could Mitch have been so stupid to not even consider that Finn could come outside at any moment and overhear his conversation? His head was all over the place, and he needed to pull himself together before he fucked up this operation, not to mention his job. Suddenly he didn’t feel so confident in what he’d just told Ross.
“Sorry, mate, got togo. Work calls.”
Without waiting for Ross’s response, Mitch ended the call and shoved his phone away before squatting to pick up the fragments of ceramic from the boards.
“Who was that?”
He looked up to see Finn’s face. His jaw was tight as he waited for an answer.
“Just work,” Mitch said. He stood and went inside, followed by Finn.
Finn lifted the lid off the bin so Mitch could drop theremains of the broken mug into the garbage. “Rocky?”
Mitch didn’t want to lie directly, so relayed the info from the text conversation he had with Rocky last night. “Rocky wants us in the office after lunch. He wants to discuss updated plans, but it’s still all systems go. So we’d better get organized and head back into town.”
“Can we stop by the hospital on the way?”
“I don’t think that’sa good idea—”
“What? Last night you seemed really worried about him. I thought Pete was your friend.”
“He is. But Rocky wants us there, and that needs to take priority.”
Mitch turned and crossed the room.
Finn’s voice stopped him in his tracks. “You’re putting Rocky before Pete? Soldiers’ business before checking to see how your ex… your ex-whatever is doing? Whether he’s even made it throughthe night?” Finn voice rose with each question he asked, and Mitch spun around to face him.
He clenched his teeth and slowly exhaled through his nose before feeling calm enough to speak.
“I’m doing my job, Finn. Just doing my job.”
