Danish. Just seeing the food made Finn’s stomach grumble and knowing Erik was sat somewhere relaxing pissed him off no end.
He listened to Cap’s messages. If the matter had been urgent then he’d have been pulled from the seminar, but these messages were more on the line of is-Erik-there and I-just-saw-Erik-with-coffee.
Like I have any control over Erik.
He sent off a quick text to Cap, assuring him that Erik must have been on a break, then another to Erik saying he’d been spotted. Let Erik and Cap fight that one out. As for Finn, he’d earned points today by staying through the whole thing and he’d seen the edible morsel that was Scottish-Niall, so it was a win/win for him.
In the breakout area with coffee and snacks, Niall was holding court. A gaggle of women surrounded him, all talking, and Niall looked like he was doing okay. Laughing and smiling and talking, and Finn wanted some of that. Using his best seek-and-destroy tactics, he made his way around the edge of the room until he was behind Niall and a single step forward had him up close and personal with the man. He realized a few things in quick succession: Niall smelled of a fresh aftershave, he was a good six inches shorter than Finn, and his voice was even sexier close up.
Please if there is a god, let Niall Faulkner be gay, or at the very least bi or curious.
“So astronaut, then,” Finn inserted in a lull in the conversation. Niall looked at Finn sharply, then, obviously realizing he was looking right at Finn’s chest because of their height difference, his gaze travelled upward, then down to groin level, then back to Niall’s face. Quickly, but with enough focus to have Finn thinking that Niall was checking him out.
Oh yes, he certainly checked me out.
“Until I was eight at least,” Niall said with a small smile.
Finn wasn’t letting this drop. He wanted to tease Niall, and he sure as well didn’t want Niall turning back to the NorsDev women who surrounded him. “I wanted to be a cowboy like Clint Eastwood.”
“But you ended up a cop,” Niall pointed out with a nod to the uniform that Finn was wearing. “ERU? That’s the special team out of Oslo right?”
“Yeah, and same thing,” Finn said. “Fighting the bad guys.”
“Except you don’t have a horse.”
“I had to leave the horse outside. He never pays attention in seminars.” Finn held out a hand. “Finn Hallan,” he introduced himself. “On loan to the Norwegian Emergency Response Unit.”
“On loan from where?”
“Metropolitan, London.”
“A Londoner working for the Norwegians. I didn’t know the Beredskapstroppen opened to non-Norwegians.”
“My father is Norwegian. And you’re Niall Faulkner, the decommissioning expert from Scotland, if I hear right? And you work for NorsDev.” There, that turned the whole conversation about what Finn could or couldn’t do on its head. He’d much rather hear what Niall had to say about himself. And the interesting twist of a Scot using Norwegian words was just the sexiest thing ever. The women around him, all four of them, melted away and just about on time Finn was in a one-on-one situation with the sexy engineering guy.
“Were you actually listening to what I was saying today?” Niall asked with a tilt of his head to punctuate the question. He had the most intriguing eyes but the light here was too bright to properly make out the color. How did Finn explain he was looking at Niall and listening to the tone of his voice rather than taking in the content of what Niall was saying?
“Of course,” Finn lied. “You’re an expert in the field of decommissioning.”
Niall raised an eyebrow, silently mocking Finn.
“And you’re ethical as well,” Finn added.
“I can summarise for you now,” Niall said. He opened his mouth to begin but a man stepped up next to Niall with a plate of snacks and coffee.
“Eat something,” the new arrival insisted. He spared Finn a quick glance and a smile then focused
He listened to Cap’s messages. If the matter had been urgent then he’d have been pulled from the seminar, but these messages were more on the line of is-Erik-there and I-just-saw-Erik-with-coffee.
Like I have any control over Erik.
He sent off a quick text to Cap, assuring him that Erik must have been on a break, then another to Erik saying he’d been spotted. Let Erik and Cap fight that one out. As for Finn, he’d earned points today by staying through the whole thing and he’d seen the edible morsel that was Scottish-Niall, so it was a win/win for him.
In the breakout area with coffee and snacks, Niall was holding court. A gaggle of women surrounded him, all talking, and Niall looked like he was doing okay. Laughing and smiling and talking, and Finn wanted some of that. Using his best seek-and-destroy tactics, he made his way around the edge of the room until he was behind Niall and a single step forward had him up close and personal with the man. He realized a few things in quick succession: Niall smelled of a fresh aftershave, he was a good six inches shorter than Finn, and his voice was even sexier close up.
Please if there is a god, let Niall Faulkner be gay, or at the very least bi or curious.
“So astronaut, then,” Finn inserted in a lull in the conversation. Niall looked at Finn sharply, then, obviously realizing he was looking right at Finn’s chest because of their height difference, his gaze travelled upward, then down to groin level, then back to Niall’s face. Quickly, but with enough focus to have Finn thinking that Niall was checking him out.
Oh yes, he certainly checked me out.
“Until I was eight at least,” Niall said with a small smile.
Finn wasn’t letting this drop. He wanted to tease Niall, and he sure as well didn’t want Niall turning back to the NorsDev women who surrounded him. “I wanted to be a cowboy like Clint Eastwood.”
“But you ended up a cop,” Niall pointed out with a nod to the uniform that Finn was wearing. “ERU? That’s the special team out of Oslo right?”
“Yeah, and same thing,” Finn said. “Fighting the bad guys.”
“Except you don’t have a horse.”
“I had to leave the horse outside. He never pays attention in seminars.” Finn held out a hand. “Finn Hallan,” he introduced himself. “On loan to the Norwegian Emergency Response Unit.”
“On loan from where?”
“Metropolitan, London.”
“A Londoner working for the Norwegians. I didn’t know the Beredskapstroppen opened to non-Norwegians.”
“My father is Norwegian. And you’re Niall Faulkner, the decommissioning expert from Scotland, if I hear right? And you work for NorsDev.” There, that turned the whole conversation about what Finn could or couldn’t do on its head. He’d much rather hear what Niall had to say about himself. And the interesting twist of a Scot using Norwegian words was just the sexiest thing ever. The women around him, all four of them, melted away and just about on time Finn was in a one-on-one situation with the sexy engineering guy.
“Were you actually listening to what I was saying today?” Niall asked with a tilt of his head to punctuate the question. He had the most intriguing eyes but the light here was too bright to properly make out the color. How did Finn explain he was looking at Niall and listening to the tone of his voice rather than taking in the content of what Niall was saying?
“Of course,” Finn lied. “You’re an expert in the field of decommissioning.”
Niall raised an eyebrow, silently mocking Finn.
“And you’re ethical as well,” Finn added.
“I can summarise for you now,” Niall said. He opened his mouth to begin but a man stepped up next to Niall with a plate of snacks and coffee.
“Eat something,” the new arrival insisted. He spared Finn a quick glance and a smile then focused
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