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Yeah, rules never stopped you before. *cough* Eton *cough*

Finn’s smile lessened, but only to a degree. He knew his mates were only joking. They didn’t know how sore of a subject Eton was for him, so he could easily let that go.

Finn

You’re right. Rules are for the birds. But I have to keep this job to help me da out. Otherwise, you can bet that I’d be asking her out yesterday.

Matthew

All right, tell us about her, then.

Gladly.

Finn

Funny enough, she was the straggler I was waiting for at the beginning of the tour. And she’s from the States.

Matthew

Aaaaahhhhhhh I see.

Cedric

What is with you lads and American women?

Matthew

You won’t know until you try one for yourself, Ced. They have a way of latching on and never letting go.

Cedric

I’ll stick to my English and Welsh roses, thank you. They’re far less rowdy.

Graham

If you think those “roses” who follow you around are less rowdy than Americans, you’re dreaming, mate. They’re called fanatics for a reason.

Cedric

Well, if they’re rowdy for me, I can’t blame them.

Finn huffed out a laugh. He could only imagine Cedric’s confident smile as he typed out his texts. The footballer always seemed to have a gaggle of women following after him. And his friends still had the nerve to call Finn the philanderer and rule-breaker.

Although, with the way Finn had been flirting with Maisie, maybe the nicknames weren’t too far off.

Matthew

So when do we get to meet this LOVELY American? (I wouldn’t blame you if you kept her away from the prejudiced Cedric.)

Cedric

I love Americans like I love physiotherapy—when neither are painful to be around.

Finn

Sorry, boyos, but you’re never going to meet her.

Graham