Still, her beauty stretches far beyond her figure. Her long, raven-black hair, the most electric-blue eyes I’ve ever seen that always seem to see everything around her, and glossy, pouting lips are criminal additions. There’s not a single inch of her that hasn’t been sculpted with an artist’s gaze.
There’s always been a part of me that’s wondered whether her lack of love life stems from the men she’s gone out with truly being so shitty or if they just can’t be themselves out of fear of feeling unworthy of her once they’re in her presence and trip up because of it.
I blink at the hand waving in front of my face, skimming my nose.
“Earth to Finn,” she calls, leaning far closer than she was a minute ago. There’s a concerned pinch between her brows. “You’re going to get grease on my couch.”
I shove the pizza into my mouth. My cheeks feel dry as I chew and focus on the taste rather than the way my jersey has slipped down her shoulder, revealing a patch of creamy skin. Once I’m done, I swallow an extra time for good measure.
“Are you tired? I can send the pizza home with you instead,” she offers, a soft understanding in the words.
“No. No, not yet. I’ve got a bit of energy left in the tank. Roman pulled me too early.”
“I was wondering about that. Were you feeling okay?”
My gut tightens when I continue to keep my shoulder scare to myself. “I’m fine. Beck was ready, and there was no need for me to play the entire game when we were only up by a single.”
“You were great today, in case you didn’t already know. Sara was having the time of her life watching.”
“Yeah? I think the entire city heard her screaming when Jett hit his second homer.”
Aubrey leans against the back of the couch, sinking into the plush cushion. She tugs her legs up and curls them beneath her as she looks at me, a gentle smile curling her lips. They’re gloss-free tonight, yet still their usual soft shade of peach.
I turn toward her and lift a leg, my foot resting on the cushion and knee bent. “What’s the verdict on the nanny?”
“She was . . .” Her lips twist, revealing her initial reaction before schooling it into cool indifference. “Fine.”
“Make sure to give Jett that exact review, Bree. I’m sure that’ll put him at ease.”
“As opposed to what? I don’t even remember the girl’s name, but I know she’s not ready to be in charge of a child in that environment.”
I straighten slightly. “Did something happen?”
“Not like that. She just wasn’t as diligent as I’m sure Jett would appreciate. I already texted him and told him that. I’d have done it face to face, butsomeonewas too antsy to leave.”
“Who? What a selfish bastard.”
Her laugh chimes through the condo. The slow blink of her eyes has me smiling on instinct, watching as she slips into exhaustion territory. “Tell me who you’re going on a date with and when.”
“Do we have to talk about that tonight?”
“Yes. I’ll need to clear my schedule so I can be there creeping on you.”
Stretching out my shoulders, I nod once. “I asked the barista from the café down the road from the stadium. You know the place. Blank Page?”
“You’re not being serious.”
“Why wouldn’t I? I don’t think she’s a fan.”
“Finn,” she groans, immediately face palming.
“What? It’s not like I have an entire contact list full of women to involve in this sort of thing.”
“So, she doesn’t know who you are at all?”
I pause, hesitating. “I didn’t say that.”
“Christ. You’ll be lucky if she doesn’t tell everyone she knows about this. If she ever found out the real reason for this date?—”
