Page 161 of Finn Rhodes Forever

Beck’s jaw ticked. “How’d your interview go?” Sarcasm and something sharp dripped from his tone.

“Great,” Cassidy bit out. “I fuckingwowedthem.”

Beck’s chest rose and fell fast, and his gaze locked on hers. I’d never seen him so pissed. I’d never seen him pissed at all. Beck Kingston was calm, collected, and kind.

He wasn’t rattled by anything, but something about Cassidy infuriated him.

Cassidy gave him a wry, smug smile. “Don’t get your hopes up, okay? I accepted the job today.”

He shook his head, laughing to himself without a trace of humour.

“What?” she demanded.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I already work there.” He folded his arms, mirroring her. “We’re going to be working together.”

She stiffened, blinking like she’d been slapped.

“Jesus fuck,” Beck sighed.

“No,” Cassidy whispered.

“Yes,” Beck shot back.

“Fuck.” Her gaze slid to me, eyes darting like she was panicking. “I have to go.”

Before I could say a word, she shot to the door and disappeared. I turned to Beck, who stared after her, gritting his teeth.

“Who was that?” I asked him.

“My worst fucking nightmare.” He tossed the rest of his drink back with his eyes on the door.

* * *

In the earlyhours of the morning, as the party continued in the bar, Finn pulled me into the hallway and up the stairs.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” He laced his fingers through mine as he led me to the end of the hallway, below the skylight. He set the ladder beneath it and climbed up first to open the hatch before descending. “You first.”

I gave him a flat look. “Don’t look up my dress.”

He snorted and gave me a light smack on my ass to make me laugh. When I climbed up onto the roof, my breath caught.

“Finn,” I murmured.

He had set out a blanket, covered in pillows and surrounded by tiny tea lights. We curled up together on it and stared at the stars, holding hands, my head leaning against his hard chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I’ve never felt this happy,” I murmured, and his free hand came to my hair, brushing lightly, lulling me further into a relaxed bliss.

“Me, neither,” he whispered. “Sometimes I wondered if I was crazy, and there was no hope for us.”

“I’m glad you kept trying.”

“So am I.” He squeezed my hand and I squeezed back.

A shooting star raced across the sky.

“Make a wish,” I told him.

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