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“Har—” My head snaps to the back door. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” Stella points over her shoulder. “I’ll … uh … grab your order.”

By the time I have my wits about me, Stella’s disappeared. I drop my leg from Finn’s hip and give him an awkward smile, which possibly looks more like a grimace. “I need to grab my order.” I move to step around his body, but he blocks my exit. I huff out a breath. “Can you move, please?”

“Go on a date with me.”

Did he just ask me on a date? “No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t need to give you a reason. Move, please.”

He moves to the side and I step past him to help Stella with my order. Finn also steps outside to help bring some boxes inside, asking Stella about her produce. “Do you have a business card and a website?”

“Not a website, but I have a business card.” She reaches inside her small truck and comes back to hand her card to Finn.

He takes it from her. “Thanks. I’ll call you to set up a time for my head cook and me to come and see you.”

Stella nods and as much as Finn started out being an asshole, I’m happy for my friend to be gaining additional business. “Stella’s produce is top-notch. You won’t find a better supplier.”

“Thanks, Harry.” Stella leaves and I stand outside awkwardly with Finn.

The moment from earlier is broken, and I’m not sure if I want to start up where we left off or pretend it didn’t happen. I hitch my thumb over my shoulder toward the back door. “I need to get everything stored correctly.” I spin on my heel without another word and disappear inside before Finn can respond. I lean against the cool wood of the door once it’s closed and touch my fingers to my swollen lips. I don’t know why I keep letting him kiss me. He’s the last person I should be kissing.

CHAPTER10

–finn–

I adjustmy jeans as I walk back toward my pub. The challenge of getting Harry to agree to a date with me is now at the top of my to-do list. Oh, and to have my lips on hers again. I’m not sure how good my chances will be, but I’m prepared to put in the effort. It’s convenient having Harry so close. I’ll be able to drop in whenever I feel like it to coax her out on a date. Now I need to plan what that date will be.

I change into my soccer uniform and head through the bar. Monday nights aremynight. That little slice of time I carve out just for me. Macy gives me a low whistle. “Nice legs!”

Several of our female patrons turn to look at me, and I wave over my shoulder as I head for the door. “Stop objectifying me,” I call without turning around, then head outside to the sound of Macy’s raspy laughter. I lucked out when she came knocking on my door for a job. Cocktails weren’t really a thing atBrady’s, but since she’s been on board, her concoctions have certainly increased patron numbers.

I pull into the parking lot at the sports field and see Max’s black Dodge Charger, so I pull into the space next to him. Grabbing my bag, I climb out of my car and lock the doors, then make my way toward my teammates and friends who are easy to spot in our team’s white T-shirts. Molly is standing to the side where the guys have left their bags, so I check to see if Max is looking, then wrap my arms around Molly and land a playful kiss on top of her head.

“Hey, dickhead. Get your hands off my woman,” he calls from where he’s warming up.

I chuckle. “Hey, Molly.”

She laughs and pushes me away for Max’s benefit. “You’re a shit, Finn. You love riling him up.”

“Yes, yes, I do.” I salute her as I jog backward to the guys, giving her my best smile. I love how protective Max is over Molly, and I’m thrilled for my friend that he’s found the love of his life—even if I am a little envious of what they have. Not that I would ever tell him that.

When I get close enough, Max gives me a playful shove. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing laying your hands on Molly?”

“Just saying hello. No harm in that.”

Creases form between his brows. “Get your own woman.”

“I’m working on it.”Shit. I slam my mouth closed. I didn’t mean to say that.

His eyebrows shoot up. Clearly, he’s as surprised as I am by my statement. Placing his hands on his hips, he steps closer. “Do tell.”

“Nothing to tell. I’ll let you know if there’s ever anything to share.”

Max gives me a simple nod, then turns to the group. “C’mon. Let’s do some laps to warm up.”

As a group, we run a few laps, and Molly cheers us on each time we’re within range. She’s a great cheer squad with her over-the-top dance moves and loud praise along the sidelines. Our morale has never been so high, not that the games are serious. Monday nights are about having fun and giving us a chance to let off some steam and get a little exercise. We may trash-talk the guys on the other teams, but it’s all in jest.

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