Page 84 of Capture The Moment

“Wow!” Harper said for lack of anything better to say. Will had certainly moved quickly after Harper had stopped seeing him. But she didn’t feel anything other than happy for Will, who was positively glowing, if that could be said about a man. And Megan was too.

“We probably owe you a thank you,” Will said, glancing from Harper to Finn.

“Why’s that?” Finn asked, looking confused.

“Because if Harper hadn’t dumped me for you, I wouldn’t have found the love of my life. So, thank you. Really.”

Megan tapped him lightly on the arm as if to scold him, although her eyes were dancing. There was no doubt that the two of them were madly in love.

“You’re welcome?” Harper ventured, and everyone laughed.

“We’ll be sure to invite you to our wedding, and I hope you’ll both come,” Will said.

Harper wrung her hands underneath the table, not because she didn’t want to attend Will’s wedding, but because it was what she did anytime there was mention of some future event. How could Will be sure that she and Finn would still be together when he got married? How come everybody else seemed sure about them but her?

“We’ll be there,” Finn answered confidently.

Harper just smiled, hoping that would pass for confirmation enough, and then Will and Megan walked away.

Once they were out of sight, Harper leaned across the table and said, “You almost called him Burberry!”

Smirking, Finn replied, “I would have if you hadn’t kicked me so hard under the table!”

“It wasn’t that hard.”

“I guarantee there’ll be a bruise.”

“Well, if there is, you deserved it.”

“Did you notice that he was still wearing a scarf?”

Harper rolled her eyes. “So what?”

“It’s fifty degrees out today!”

“This is a real thing with you, isn’t it?”

“Not anymore,” Finn said before taking a long slug of beer.

“What do you mean by that?”

“It means that I used to be jealous of Burberry, but I’m not anymore.”

“Why? Because he’s getting married?”

“That’s part of it, but I stopped being jealous about him once I found out you’d never slept with him.”

“Hmm. And what if I had?”

“Wouldn’t have happened.”

“Aren’t you cocky tonight?” she accused, taking another bite out of her slice.

“It has nothing to do with being cocky. It’s because I know you. And I know you wouldn’t give yourself to a man unless you had feelings for him.”

Somehow, she didn’t think he was talking about Will anymore, but she was saved from having to comment by the waitress, who came over to give them their bill.

“Any dessert tonight?” the waitress asked.