Silas glared at him.
“For what it’s worth,” Finn said, “I thought she was going to forgive you.”
So had Silas. He took a sip of his drink and looked at Finn. “It’s not the first time you’ve been wrong.”
Finn lifted his hands. “What are you talking about? I’m never wrong.”
Silas snorted. “Remember when you told Emmeline that waxing didn’t hurt and that girls were just whining over nothing?”
“She made me prove it by letting her wax my chest.” Finn groaned, but it soon turned into a hearty laugh. “It was worse than a kick between the legs. I’ll never question a woman’s tolerance for pain again.”
“And what about that time we played the Moons in their arena, and you were convinced that one of their fans was making eyes at you?” Silas barely kept the smile from his face as he remembered the way Finn had sworn up and down that she was obsessed with him.
Finn looked away. “How was I supposed to know she was married to one of their forwards?”
“I’d think the fact that she was wearing a Moons jersey would be a dead giveaway.”
“I guess I thought I was charming enough to help her see the error of her ways.”
They both laughed and finished off the rest of their drinks. Finn lifted his hand to get the waitress’ attention. “Can we get another round?”
She smiled and gave him a thumbs up. “Sure thing, darling.”
Finn turned his attention back to Silas. “Look, I’m sorry it didn’t work out with Miriam. And if you decide you want to talk about it, I’m here.”
Silas was surprised at just how much those words meant. A month ago, he was sure Finn would have rubbed all of Silas’ mistakes in his face. Now, he was offering up a friendly shoulder to lean on, so to speak. “Thanks, man.”
The waitress dropped off their new drinks.
Finn thanked her, and Silas went to grab the new glass.
A delicate hand beat him to it. “Mind if I take a sip?”
Silas looked up and saw Miriam standing there. She was still wearing the fancy blouse and skirt from earlier, but she’d pulled her hair down from the tight updo. Now, it fell in waves around her shoulders.
She gave him a small smile. “It’s been a long day.”
He had a hard time finding his voice, so he nodded instead.
“Thanks.”
As she took a sip, Silas stole a quick glance at Finn. He looked equally surprised to see Miriam standing beside their table.
Finn stood up with his beer in hand. “I’m gonna go watch the, uh,”—he looked up at one of the TVs on the other side of the room—“Lightning game. See ya.”
Silas watched him walk over to the bar. When he looked back at Miriam, she was pointing at the newly vacant seat. “Can I sit?”
“Of course.” He still couldn’t believe she was here. “How did you know I was at City Bar?”
“I didn’t.” She played with the condensation on the Silas’ drink, which was now resting in front of her. “I just wasn’t ready to go home and thought I’d pop in for a minute.”
“Oh.”
Uncomfortable silence stretched between them. Silas really didn’t want to ask, but it was killing him not to know. “How did the interview go?”
Miriam refused to meet his eyes. “They offered me the job.”
Silas stole his drink back and took a long swallow. “Seriously?”
