CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Finn demanded, “Tell me exactly what he said.”
I thought back to Cassander’s words and cleared my throat, reciting with ease, “He said, ‘I have this feeling about her, a vital and personal interest in that woman. I can’t see what it is yet, but it’s just this feeling. It’s dark right now, the air around her. Ms. Carvene has the power to change my life. And I’m not sure I’ll like it’.”
“Your memory is fucking amazing,” Finn rumbled.
But I knew he wasn’t ‘here’ in the moment.
His mind was elsewhere, deep in thought.
I shrugged. “I see words like a picture in my mind. I never had to take notes when I was a student.”
“Amazing,” he mumbled again, his brows creasing. His eyes cleared, his concentration gone. “We need to check on Poppy. Make sure she made it home safely.”
My brows rose high on my forehead. “Cassander wouldn’t hurt her. I know that in just the few times I saw them together.”
“Cass does what he needs to get a job done.”
“No.” I shook my head, completely certain I wasn’t misjudging this. “I actually think he likes her.”
“I thought so too, but I want to double-check on her.”
“You aren’t understanding me.” I stared pointedly at him. “I think helikesher. His affection for her is what’s stopping him from doing anything bad to her. That was my very first impression of him. He wasn’t hiding his feelings very well at the time. It was almost like he needed a friend to talk with.”
Finn’s jaw turned slack, an interesting look on the intimidating and muscled man. “That can’t be.”
My head cocked. “He didn’t even glance at my cleavage while she was around.” I waved my hand up and down my frame. “And I’m his type, right?”
His eyes immediately narrowed. “How do you know that? Did he hit on you before Poppy got there?”
“No, he was too busy staring down at her in the lobby.”
Finn took another bite of his melting ice cream, chewing with a thoughtful expression on his face. “You’re right. You really are his type. Poppy is nothing like what he goes for.”
I smirked. “And yet, I think he still likes her.”
“Damn, baby Cass might have a crush.” He grunted. “Tell me what he said again about the dark around her.”
I did, repeating it word for word.
His white brows slowly rose on his forehead in surprised shock. “She’s going to affecthislife in a personal way. And not a good one.” He waved his spoon in the air. “That’s what the ‘dark’ talk was about. Not that she’s cursed like the bad pairings.”
“Still want to go check on her?”
“No, I feel better about the situation now.”
“Do you want to know something else?”
Finn grinned. “Is the gossip as good as the last?”
It was refreshing for a tough businessman to let his shields down and simply delight in a good old-fashioned friendly conversation. No agendas. No moves of the corporate chessboard. Just…for fun. Enjoying each other’s company.
I smirked. “Just as good.”
“Tell me then.”
“I think Poppy likes him too.”
