Page 43 of Baby Daddy Wanted

He nodded. "Very much. Least of all because people don’t bother me every time there’s a clogged toilet."

"So Brian works hard for his extra percent?"

Finn laughed. "He sure does."

"So you just play here whenever you want and drink for nothing?"

"Why wouldn't I?” he asked. “What's the point of having a bar if you can't listen to the music you like while enjoying the beverage of your choice?"

"Sounds like you’re living the dream."

His bottom lip stuck out. "I don't know if it’s the dream, but it's an honest living doing what I love."

"Seems as good a definition of success as any. No wonder you didn't make any resolutions."

"I made one."

"Oh, right.” My heart fluttered at the memory of his unexpected call. “But now that you've got my number, I guess you have everything you want."

"Almost everything," he said, eyeing me as he took another sip of his beer.

"What's missing?" I asked, fighting the urge to lean towards him.

"Honestly? Earlier today I was worried I didn't know my life's purpose."

I laughed. "That's a heavy thought for a Friday."

"Tell me about it,” he said. “But thanks to you, I think I've finally figured it out."

"Oh? Do tell." I leaned an elbow on the bar and propped my head up on one hand.

He opened his mouth and closed it again before waving his unspoken words away. "No. You'll think I'm crazy."

"Try me."

He sighed and let his eyes find mine. "I think I was put on this earth to make sure you don't go your whole life without seeing Spinal Tap."

"You're right," I said, fighting a wide smile. "I think you're crazy."

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