She moved around the room, trying not to look like she was searching for someone, but getting a little more uneasy with each passing moment.
Without Finn’s hand steadying her, every click of her heels echoed loudly. She couldn’t seem to walk or breathe quite right without him at her side.
Her stomach was feeling all sloshy by the time she moved out of the dinosaur room.
The museum was labyrinthine, and everywhere she went, she saw people.
But not Finn.
She was about to give up and try to find her way back to the main gathering area, when she heard the rumble of his laughter.
A shiver worked its way up her spine at the sound, and her lips curved up as she made her way around a corner to find him.
In a little alcove.
With that gargoyle woman.
Her hand was on his chest.
Her body arched too close.
Her laughter just a little too husky.
Iris’s stomach bottomed out.
How long had she been standing there, laughing like that? Had he followed her? Or had she led him?
She stood there stunned for a second. But when Finn’s gaze found hers, her feet unstuck from the ground.
She turned and rushed away, gathering up her skirt so it didn’t slow her down.
She was pretty sure she made her way into a restricted area within a few moments, judging by the lack of mood lighting and people gathered around.
She didn’t care.
She just needed to get somewhere private before the stupid tears stinging her eyes overflowed.
Just when she was losing hope, she saw a bathroom sign hanging up ahead.
She beelined for it, pushing the door open. Her heels clicked on the pristine tile floor as she made her way over to the sink, ready to try to put some cool water on her face—to hell with her makeup.
Before the first tear could spill over, though, the door flew open.
And there was Finn.
“Iris, what—”
He trailed off when he caught sight of her face.
Reaching back, he locked the door.
“Why bother following me?” she asked, blinking back the tears. She was more comfortable with the sizzle of anger burning in her stomach. “Go back and let Marsha keep undressing you with her eyes.”
“Iris …”
“Don’t act like I’m being silly. You went with her to some quiet alcove where no one would see you.”
“I followed her because she said she was looking for another member of the council. Iris, come on. You don’t think—”
