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I’m not sure what to say to that.
But Tucker keeps going. “She’s barely five feet tall, and my hair weighs more than she does. Genetics are a mindfuck.”
“Or you’re adopted,” Harrison says with a grin.
“In this town? I would have known by age three if that was the case.” He pulls out a stool next to Christopher and sits down.
Tucker has a great vibe. Even when he was being sued, he always assumed it would work out for him. I enjoy his presence, so I get why Finley likes hanging out with him.
“What do we got?” Tucker asks, putting his forearms on the bar.
“This is our single barrel,” Ford says as Harrison pours.
“Excellent,” Tucker says. Then he looks at me and Christopher and grins. “I act like I know what the fuck that means, but I don’t.”
“It’s aged in a single barrel,” Harrison tells us.
Tucker cracks a laugh. “Well, damn. I guess that was obvious.” He raises his hand and moves it in a gesture of “over his head.”
“This has only been aged for two years, so it has a smoky oak flavor with hints of vanilla.”
I sip the bourbon, wondering if there’s any way to ask how his date with Finley went without looking like a total asshole.
There isn’t, so I just enjoy the appetizers and the bourbon and the light flow of conversation going on.
Christopher has all kinds of technical questions about the process, which Ford is answering. Harrison has brought out chocolate pieces for us to eat as we sip.
But then he surprises me by asking Tucker, “What was that speech about last night at Swanson’s? You declaring your love for Finley.”
I choke on the latest bourbon presented to me, a rye.
I’m starting to think I’m getting a little drunk. I’ve finished two out of three of Christopher’s drinks, plus downed all of my own.
That’s my explanation for me blurting out, “You’re inlovewith Finley?”
That’s absurd after one date. It feels too soon. But then again, he’s known Finley for twenty years.
And Finley is…Finley. She’s easy to fall hard and fast for.
Christopher gives me a little head shake in warning.
But Tucker doesn’t seem affronted by the question. “It’s just a little thing between me and Finley. I was a teenage jackass, and she deserved payback.”
I think I can actually breathe again. I chew the lump of chocolate in my mouth and take back the rest of the rye. “Can I have another one of those?” I ask, feeling both relieved and concerned still, all at the same time.
I don’t want to let Finley go.
“Finley deserves whatever she wants,” Christopher agrees.
If we were alone with Finley, he would give her a hard time about being a brat. He would say she deserves to be punished. I love that byplay they have together.
I might even love her.
CHAPTER 27
Finley
“I don’t knowthat this is what I had in mind when I suggested a girls’ night out,” Caroline Bell Ross says ruefully as we all stand around taking in the scene before us. “I left two babies at home with their grandmother, and I wore heels.”
