that.”
His gaze drops to the
asphalt.
“She didn't.” Though when he
still doesn't answer, I start to wonder, “Did she?”
Pushing off the truck, he starts
back inside the restaurant.
“Finn?” He doesn't stop, but he
does glance back toward me. “Am I missing something?” I ask, pretty
sure I am.
“No. I'm a sadistic ass with no
explanations for anything I do.” That's the sort of statement I
should agree with, but my gut twists. Finn sighs, his shoulders
falling limp. “I'm going to apologize for yelling at Bobbi.”
“Okay...” I follow him in, a few
steps back. “I'll just give you some space...”
Although why I'm giving him
space when her friends crowd closer to Bobbi when they notice his
approach, I don't know. I drift over to the other me, who notices
Finn approaching the pity party. And notices the glance he gives me
just before he gets to Bobbi. And completely misinterprets it,
thinking he's looking at her and Cris.
Next to Cris, I watch my
one-time nemesis shuffle before my sister. He says something that
makes her rise from her seat and prance over to a less populated
section. He looks at me again, his expression guarded.
“I swear, he's been like this
all week!” The other me sends a sneer of disgust Finn's way.
“And you haven't done anything
to deserve it?”
TOM snorts. “Like what? Send him
love letters? No, I haven't.”
“You want me to do something
about it?” Cris subjects another fry to his pool of ketchup while
keeping his eyes across the room.
“Like what?” I ask, alarmed. I
reach to grab Cris's arm, forgetting for a second that I can't. My
fingers pass through his flesh and I'm the one who shivers.
TOM slumps a little. “All he's
doing is looking at me.”
“Can't hold that against him.”
Cris gives her a long leer.
I don't laugh with TOM.
Finn meets my eyes across the
room, looking at me over Bobbi's head as she talks. Something in
his expression makes me shiver again. Finn's gaze moves down to my
sister and my breath catches when his hand goes to her chin,
tipping her head up.
I'm completely certain he's
going to kiss her, but he doesn't. He just talks to her while I
stare at them. Then, after an eternity, he lets go of her face and
walks around her. He gives her a wide, charming, smile that fades
the second he's past her.
Sporting a goofy grin, Bobbi
bounces back to her friends, who shriek at whatever she tells
them.
Finn's eyes focus on me before
he turns for the door. He's far enough away that I can't be
certain, but I think they've gone almost entirely brown.
I run after him. He's not
waiting for me this time, but unlocking his truck door as I rush
up. “What was that?”
“I was nice to your sister.” He
opens the door.
“Were you?” Somehow, I really
don't think he was.
He raises his eyebrows as he
climbs into the truck. “She seemed to think so.”
I glower. “Stringing her along
isn't a kindness.”
For a few seconds, he just looks
at me. Then he grins in a way that's neither kind nor nice. “Who
says I'm stringing her along?”
The door slams and Finn has the
truck started and in reverse, hard rock screaming from its stereo
before I gather my senses.
“You're a bastard, Cooper
Finnegan!”
His tires squeal as he rips out
of the parking lot.
Boiling with furry, I curse my
way back inside. What the hell is wrong with that guy?
My sister's beside herself with
happiness when I walk over to her table.
“He is so totally in love with
you!” one the blondes gushes.
No, he isn't. Not even remotely
close.
One of the others puts an arm
around Bobbi. “I knew he was only mean to you because he was
stressed. I bet he was just upset you saw him lose and all.”
I roll my eyes. On one hand, if
Bobbi's actually believing this, then maybe she deserves to get
burned. Maybe it'll teach something about trusting charismatic
people with gorgeous smiles, intriguing eyes, and perfect bodies.
If something seems too good to be true, it
His gaze drops to the
asphalt.
“She didn't.” Though when he
still doesn't answer, I start to wonder, “Did she?”
Pushing off the truck, he starts
back inside the restaurant.
“Finn?” He doesn't stop, but he
does glance back toward me. “Am I missing something?” I ask, pretty
sure I am.
“No. I'm a sadistic ass with no
explanations for anything I do.” That's the sort of statement I
should agree with, but my gut twists. Finn sighs, his shoulders
falling limp. “I'm going to apologize for yelling at Bobbi.”
“Okay...” I follow him in, a few
steps back. “I'll just give you some space...”
Although why I'm giving him
space when her friends crowd closer to Bobbi when they notice his
approach, I don't know. I drift over to the other me, who notices
Finn approaching the pity party. And notices the glance he gives me
just before he gets to Bobbi. And completely misinterprets it,
thinking he's looking at her and Cris.
Next to Cris, I watch my
one-time nemesis shuffle before my sister. He says something that
makes her rise from her seat and prance over to a less populated
section. He looks at me again, his expression guarded.
“I swear, he's been like this
all week!” The other me sends a sneer of disgust Finn's way.
“And you haven't done anything
to deserve it?”
TOM snorts. “Like what? Send him
love letters? No, I haven't.”
“You want me to do something
about it?” Cris subjects another fry to his pool of ketchup while
keeping his eyes across the room.
“Like what?” I ask, alarmed. I
reach to grab Cris's arm, forgetting for a second that I can't. My
fingers pass through his flesh and I'm the one who shivers.
TOM slumps a little. “All he's
doing is looking at me.”
“Can't hold that against him.”
Cris gives her a long leer.
I don't laugh with TOM.
Finn meets my eyes across the
room, looking at me over Bobbi's head as she talks. Something in
his expression makes me shiver again. Finn's gaze moves down to my
sister and my breath catches when his hand goes to her chin,
tipping her head up.
I'm completely certain he's
going to kiss her, but he doesn't. He just talks to her while I
stare at them. Then, after an eternity, he lets go of her face and
walks around her. He gives her a wide, charming, smile that fades
the second he's past her.
Sporting a goofy grin, Bobbi
bounces back to her friends, who shriek at whatever she tells
them.
Finn's eyes focus on me before
he turns for the door. He's far enough away that I can't be
certain, but I think they've gone almost entirely brown.
I run after him. He's not
waiting for me this time, but unlocking his truck door as I rush
up. “What was that?”
“I was nice to your sister.” He
opens the door.
“Were you?” Somehow, I really
don't think he was.
He raises his eyebrows as he
climbs into the truck. “She seemed to think so.”
I glower. “Stringing her along
isn't a kindness.”
For a few seconds, he just looks
at me. Then he grins in a way that's neither kind nor nice. “Who
says I'm stringing her along?”
The door slams and Finn has the
truck started and in reverse, hard rock screaming from its stereo
before I gather my senses.
“You're a bastard, Cooper
Finnegan!”
His tires squeal as he rips out
of the parking lot.
Boiling with furry, I curse my
way back inside. What the hell is wrong with that guy?
My sister's beside herself with
happiness when I walk over to her table.
“He is so totally in love with
you!” one the blondes gushes.
No, he isn't. Not even remotely
close.
One of the others puts an arm
around Bobbi. “I knew he was only mean to you because he was
stressed. I bet he was just upset you saw him lose and all.”
I roll my eyes. On one hand, if
Bobbi's actually believing this, then maybe she deserves to get
burned. Maybe it'll teach something about trusting charismatic
people with gorgeous smiles, intriguing eyes, and perfect bodies.
If something seems too good to be true, it
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