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When I sit back down, I gently push the cup across the tabletop. There’s no lid on it. “Because,” I tell her. “I’ve never forgiven myself for hurting you the way that I did. I never, ever wanted that to happen. I always thought you were interesting, unique, and intelligent—hell, intimidating even. I’m sorry for upsetting you.”
Finley flicks the tip of her tongue across the rim of the cup, taking up foam and salt. I tense in my chair, imagining what shecan do with that tongue. Imagining what she did to Evan Young the night before. My cock starts to harden.
“Thank you for saying that,” she says. “It doesn’t change anything, but thank you for saying that.”
That has me cracking a grin. “Well, I tried. Enjoy holding your grudge, Finley Anderson.” I make like I’m going to stand up and leave.
“You’re just going to leave?” she demands.
“Closing time,” I tell her, gesturing toward Dylan.
“We still have seven minutes.”
I stay in my chair. “What can I do to make it up to you? I’ll give you one shot to humiliate me publicly. Then we call it even.” We can wipe out all that bad karma and lousy luck in one fell swoop if she can get back at me.
“That is…insane. But very tempting.” She sips her latte.
Finley has foam on her lip. I hand her a napkin.
“Why are you giving me a napkin?” she asks, staring at me blankly.
“You have foam on your lip.” I don’t dare blot it myself. She has a boyfriend, and her lips look too damn soft to touch without my head going places it shouldn’t.
“Swanson’s,” she says, then wipes her mouth. “Karaoke night. You need to sing a love ballad and then profess over the mic to the bar that you’re madly in love with me.”
My jaw drops. Then I start laughing. I sit back and cross my arms over my chest. “No. No fucking way.”
“You said one shot. That’s my shot.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Fuck around and find out, big guy—that’s what you did. Now, this is your chance to make it right. I’ll even lift the curse.”
“There’s no curse.”
“Maybe not. But maybe there is.”
Jesus. I don’t want to believe there is a curse, but there are some unexplained things that have happened in the last decade…fuck.
I’m going to do it.
“Deal.”
Finley gives a very triumphant squeal of delight.
“But I pick the song.”
“You’re going to regret this,” she says with a wicked grin.
“I already do.”
But, surprisingly, my headache is gone.
And I feel relaxed for the first time all damn day.
CHAPTER 11
Christopher
