Me: He just took my order.
Diego: AND???
Me: I got a burger.
Diego: Are you at least flirting? Please tell me you are.
Me: I’m NOT.
Diego: You better be!
Me: I have work to do. Go away.
Diego: WORKCAN WAIT.
Me: No, it can’t. I have a client meeting at 9am.
Diego: Chase, I swear to God if you blow this . . . I mean, you should totally blow this!
Me: I’m not blowing anything . . . or anyone. I’m eating a burger and going back to the office.
Diego: You are a betrayer of all things gay. When you find fresh meat, you pound it. Every man knows this. It’s in the Manual!
Me: The Manual is a myth.
Diego: You’re hopeless. Enjoy your burger and briefs.
I put my phone away and looked down at the Henderson settlement, trying to focus on the words.
They were still dancing.
But I couldn’t tell if it was because I was so exhausted or because my heart was doing something complicated and my brain was replaying the way Finn had smiled when he recognized me.
He worked four blocks from my office.
I could come back here.
I shouldn’t, but I could.
I looked up and found Finn behind the bar, pulling a beer from the tap. He glanced over, caught me looking, and smiled. I looked back down at my papers, feeling heat creep up my neck. Focus. I had work to do.
My tummy roared again, so I shoved the files aside.
Food first. Then work.
Chapter 10
Finn
Imade it back to the bar in what I hoped looked like a casual walk and not the speed-walk of someone fleeing a building engulfed in flames.
“So,” Priya said the second I was within earshot. “Did he recognize you?”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
“And I took his order.”
