Laughter bubbles out of me. “You buy your underwear and socks at Neiman?”
“Sometimes.” He shrugs. “What’s wrong with Neiman?”
“Nothing,” I say. “I always thought guys bought that kind of stuff online or at like TJ Maxx or something.”
“Hammie’s probably never been there,” Damian quips.
Will shoots him a look. “I’ve been there several times.”
“You wentonceto pick up your grandma while you were on vacation in a cabin in the middle of nowhere,” Finn says.
“Twice,” Will counters and looks at me, eyes lit with amusement. “Where do you buy your underwear?”
I look at Finn, whose eyes are locked on mine. He looks tense as he waits for my response. I tear my gaze from his and look at Will. “It depends what kind of underwear we’re talking about.”
“Lingerie,” he says, his eyes doing a quick sweep of my body.
My eyes fly to Finn again, and I note the clench of his jaw and the glare he shoots at his friend before he pulls his phone out of his pocket and focuses on that.
“That depends on what kind of lingerie you’re talking about,” Livie says and even though sometimes it annoys me when she does that, right now, I’m so grateful I could kiss her.
“Oh god. I’m gonna go get our pretzels,” Dame says, and we all turn in that direction.
“I can’t even remember the last time I came to the food court,” Will says.
“Probably the last time you picked up your grandmother at TJ Maxx,” I respond, smiling up at him.
Livie and Dame laugh. Will laughs and shakes his head, but it’s the sound coming from Finn—somewhere between a laugh and a cough—that makes me smile harder.
“I’ll get a table,” I announce.
“I’ll come with,” Livie says.
“Fletcher, get me a lemonade,” Finn says as Will and Dame walk to the pretzel stand.
“Don’t forget my water,” I add, and he nods.
Livie, Finn, and I make a beeline for the first large empty booth we see. Livie sits across from me, and of course, Finn slides in beside me. He scoots closer and crowds me with his large body and amazing smell. Even the way he breathes is sexy, which is ridiculous but true. When his arm brushes up against mine, I tense, feeling like my heart might just beat out of my damn chest.
“Dad’s sent me five texts mansplaining inflation to me,” Liviesays, laughing as she looks at her phone. “Oh god. Now he’s sending me links to articles in the NASDAQ.”
I laugh. “He would.”
“You’re almost done with college and you don’t know what inflation is?” Finn asks, frowning slightly.
“She took an edible and has been philosophizing about man-made constructs,” I explain, my eyes flicking from his to Liv. “What’d you ask Papa Nas?”
The sound of Finn’s laugh makes my heart skip. “I bet Dr. Nassir just loves that nickname.”
“He actually does,” I say, grinning. My heart skips again when I glance over and catch him staring at my lips. I look away so fast I almost give myself whiplash.
“I asked him what would happen if they printed more money,” Livie says and laughs again. “Oh my god. He just sent another article.” She looks at Finn. “I’m not even going to ask you what you think would happen if they printed more money.”
Thatmakes me laugh. “I don’t think that’s a good question to ask a billionaire trust-fund baby.” I look over at Finn again. “Especially one who buys his underwear at expensive department stores.”
His mouth twitches. “Did you also take an edible?”
“Nope. I’m the chauffeur.”
