Finn offered the dazzling smile from my memories. “You’re awesome.”
Marc fluttered his eyelashes. “Enough for a repeat?”
After a moment, Finn cut a furtive glance at me.
I shrugged.I don’t have a claim on you. I was the one who abandoned you. I was the one who chose to walk away rather than risk discovery.I wouldn’t have cared if someone had revealed I was gay—I didn’t hide that fact. Being found in the bed of a potential suspect? That I couldn’t keep doing. I wasn’t a cop, but I still had ethical standards in my profession that I took seriously.
Finn turned his attention back to Marc. “I’ve got an early start.”
Marc pouted.
“Maybe—” Another glance my way. “—some other time.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” Marc sashayed away.
I’d only just met the man—but I wasn’t predisposed to like him.
Jealousy doesn’t suit you—especially when you don’t have a claim on the man next to you.“You’re on duty tomorrow?”
Finn arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. As elegant as a woman’s—except he was all man. “Yes. I’m going in early because Albert has to take his kid to school.”
“His wife can’t?” Not that shuttling kids to school had to be a woman’s job—
“Bed rest. The pregnancy isn’t going well, and you didnothear that from me. Off the record. Oh, am I supposed to say thatbeforewe talk? Or before we fuck?”
My eyes widened.Well, you’d wondered if he was going to go there—now you know.“Will there be fucking?”
He sippedhis root beer. “Never say never, right?” He feathered his fingers through his hair. “You were a good lay.”
“High praise from a guy who runs down to Davie Street on a regular basis.”
“You don’t spend much time there?” His stare pinned me to the wall like a specimen of butterfly being examined.
“I didn’t say that. But, discretion—”
Finn barked a laugh. “What do you know about discretion?”
“I never told anyone about you.”
He stilled. “Not even Spring Dixon?”
This time, my eyebrows shot up. Spring had a good nose for a story. I wouldn’t have employed her at my newspaper otherwise. But she had nothing to do with Finn and the mess last summer. “My reporter?”
“Your best reporter.”
“She’s still young.”
“But not naïve. One doesn’t have seven sisters and a cop for an ex-brother-in-law and get to claim naïveté.” His blue eyes penetrated. Dared me to speak.
“I’m not going to touch that one with a ten-foot pole.”
“So you’ve met Corporal Colton Pritchard? The venerable RCMP Officer?”
“Is there a right way to answer that question?”
“Truthfully.” He sipped again. “Because if you’re half as sneaky with the RCMP as you were with me, then I suspect you’re in for a world of hurt.”
The Royal Canadian Mounted Police and I only ever crossed paths when a story came up and I needed to get the scoop on any investigations or arrests. Generally, I kept my nose clean and avoided cops whenever possible. “I won’t step out of line—I promise.”
