Page 18 of Some Like It Fox

I haven’t been back home since Christmas and one of the big reasons is standing out in the crowd, next to Finley.

What is he doing here?

Embarrassed heat rolls through me. Our night together was one of the most intense experiences... ever.

And then I bailed.

So long and thanks for all the orgasms.

Mindy’s brows furrow. “What are you doing?”

I peek around the wall.“Nothing.” I pull back again.

Damn, he looks good. Even better than the rose-colored memories I’ve been trying to forget.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine,” I repeat. I don’t know who I’m trying to convince more. Mindy or myself.

“It’s obviously not nothing.” Mindy steps past me, scanning the audience. “Who are you scared of?”

“I’m not scared of anyone.”

“Then go out there.” She gestures.

I can’t control it. I glance out into the crowd again, picking out Atticus’s head easily since it’s above the rest of the room before I draw back again.

Mindy’s eyes follow my gaze, then sharpen. “Are you avoiding Finley?”

Damn nosy siblings. “No.”

“Is it one of her employees?”

Employees? Finley mentioned she hired some counselors and scientists for the specialized camps, and that she would be bringing them to New York to combine some kind of team building with Luke’s show.

But does that mean... is Atticusworkingfor Finley? For my family?

My stomach dips like I’m in an elevator and it hit the bottom floor.

If Atticus is working at the camp, we will cross paths every time I go home.

What if he hates me? Does Finley know? Did he tell everyone how we... ?

No. No way. Of course he didn’t tell them. Finley would have said something. Jake would have given me so much shit. I would never hear the end of it. Do I have to talk to him? I have to at least clear the air. I can’t let my family sense anything amiss.

“Hey. Who’s the big guy?” Mindy points, her words cutting into the panicked thoughts swirling around me like a tornado.

I follow the line of her finger.

Of course she would immediately zero in on Atticus.

His head turns and he looks straight at us.

I grab her arm and yank her back behind the wall and out of view. “Could you be any more obvious?”

She bites her lip, ineffectively hiding her amusement. “Is he an ex-boyfriend?”

“No,” I snap.

“Do you wish he was?”

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