Page 22 of Accidentally Sliding Into A Second Chance

“Why would Dunc—”

“Not Duncan. You!”

“Me?” My voice pitches, and I point to myself like he can see me. Gossip is the last thing I need to deal with right now, and I definitely don’t want to be in a fishbowl.

Dropping my head, I pull the back of my neck.

“Yup. Want to tell me who this mystery woman is?” Finn’s voice is filled with humor.

“Mystery woman?” My heart slams against my chest. He’s not talking about Cat, is he?

“Flirting,” Logan yells.

Scowling at Logan, I answer. “Finn! That’s not a mystery woman or even anyone I’m seeing. It’s the Smokies' new director of fan engagement. She happens to be someone I went to grade school with and my new social media caretaker.”

“Why is Logan yelling that if nothing is going on?” I shrug, words failing me at the moment. “David?”

“I don’t know. Why does Logan do anything?” Annoyance drips from my voice.

This is the last thing I want to deal with right now. My emotions are all over the place where Cat is concerned; I just need to focus on keeping it work-related. Why is everything working against that?

“Hmmm—” He hums.

“Stop,” I snip. “Just stop whatever plans are running through your head. There is nothing to matchmake here.”

When Logan opens his mouth to speak, I glare at him. He raises his hands before walking away. But I don’t like the gleam in his eyes.

I can hear Finn tapping his chin with his finger. “I’m not sure that’s the case yet. I need more information.”

Scrubbing my hands up and down my face, I remember Cat wanted to talk to him. “Finn,” I growl. “She wants to talk to you.”

“She?” He asks innocently.

“Cat. The new director of fan experience.” I flop back against the locker behind me, a clinking sound echoing in the room, and cover my face with my hand. “Would you please keep your conversation to whatever questions she asks?”

“I can’t make any guarantees,” he says, and my chin drops to my chest, a knot forming in my stomach. “What does she want to ask?”

“She wants to get a perspective on my history.” Silence greets me, and I lean on my knees, holding my head. “Finn, can you please, please,pleasenot go down the matchmaking track for me. Can you just be my agent?”

“You make me sound like I’m a matchmaking fiend.” My eyes widen to the size of saucers, and my mouth hangs open.

Didn’t he just set up three of his other clients? My brother included?

“If the shoe fits.” I rake my hand through my hair shrugging.

“Hey. They all had specific needs that were necessary for their careers—”

I puff out a breath and grip the back of my neck.

I can hear Finn’s grin. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Yeah,” I smirk. “Dog sitting.”

“Consider it done,” Finn says excitedly. “Where Cat is concerned, I promise to only answer the questions she asks and nothing more.”

“Thank you.”

“James! Let’s go,” Logan calls. “We need to get on the field.”

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