“A nurse?Really?”
“Not as glamorous as you hoped,I’msure.”
“Well, you know, it’s just another piece of the puzzle thatisyou.”
“Says the guy who came to a music festival alone. What’s upwiththat?”
“I was going to go with my roommate, Richie, but he decided to become a prostitute last minute and totally flakedonme.”
“A prostitute?” I asked, choking back alaugh.
“That’s right,” he grinned, choosing not to elaborate. “Damn, I wish my nurses looked like you. I might have been more inclined to stay in thehospital.”
Instantly, my stomach knotted. Washesick?
Finn, catching the worried expression on my face, rushed to explain. “Oh, no, nothing like that, thank god. I have kind of a dangerous job, and get hurt more than I probablyshould.”
“What doyoudo?”
“Guess.” He grinned, leaning back. His strapping chest was distracting my thinking process. Would he mind if I just did a quick little cop-a-feel under that shirt of his?Focus, Emma… on hisprofession.
“You’reacop.”
“No.”
“Afirefighter?”
“No.”
“Okay, wait, let me think. I got it. You’re amechanic.”
“If I was a mechanic, I wouldn’t have needed a ride this morning. And besides, how is being a mechanicdangerous?”
“I don’t know, I guess you could get crushed under a car orsomething?”
“Actually, now you’re gettingwarmer.”
“You have a job where you get crushed under cars?” I asked,confused.
“No, but I get hit by them… for aliving.”
“You’re astuntman.”
“Ding, ding, ding,” he said, confirming myguess.
“You’rejoking?”
“Afraidnot.”
Rarely did people surprise me. Finn was the exception to that rule. “I’ve never met anyone whodoesthat.”
“It’s a hard field to break into and even harder to find work once you’reinit.”
“I imagine you have to travelalot.”
“Yeah. When I was first establishing myself, I was gone most of the time. Now it’s maybe fifty-fifty. I try to look for things in LA, though, since I hate living out of a suitcase allthetime.”
“You don’t seem overly thrilled with yourprofession.”
