Page 115 of The Valiant Knight
“Well, can your ego handle that? She’s making three times what you get paid.”
He was honest.
“I can handle her making more money, and that she’s got multiple degrees, but I can’t handle watching her walk away and abandoning me. It’s my one hard line. The second I find out she’d stay, I’m hers. I just have to get to that point, and I have only a few days to make it happen. When are they leaving?”
He had to tell him.
“Sunday. I’ve been instructed to drive them to the jet on Sunday afternoon. Jackson James’ jet will be landing and taking them home.”
And that made him want to weep.
It was Wednesday.
“What if she doesn’t want to marry a cop?” Finn asked. “I live in a small house, and I’m always at work…”
“Ask her.”
He rolled his eyes.
“That’s not the first thing you ask a lady when you first meet her. You can’t ask that or if she’s a runner.”
Again, he said the same thing, basically.
“Ask her if she’d stay here. I don’t know why you can’t just ask that question.”
He laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
“Oh, well, that’ll go over well. I haven’t even kissed her, and I’m asking her to stay? That makes me look like a fucking daft nut.”
He didn’t know what Finn wanted him to say. He’d given him viable options. He just had to choose one. What did he have to lose?
“You are a fucking daft nut. You’re stressing over this, and you haven’t even figured out if you’re compatible in bed. You might want to go there first. It’s not the sixteen hundreds, my friend. For all you know, your dick might not be her cup of tea.”
Yeah, he supposed he was right, even though she was checking him out.
When they heard someone coming, they stopped talking. When Gabby walked into the room, she came to a full stop.
“Um, am I interrupting something?” she asked, sensing they’d been talking about her. That was the only reason people would stop talking when someone entered a room.
“No,” Finn said.
“Yes,” Graham stated.
She looked back and forth between them and was hella confused by that.
“I think I’ll just go,” she said, starting to back up, not wanting to intrude.
Instead, Graham went there. If his friend didn’t have the balls to do it, he’d handle it.
“How do you feel about cops?” Graham asked.
From where he stood, Finn looked horrified. He was shaking his head, but his friend, if he could call him that, was ignoring him.
Oh, shit.
