“Very private. Not on any lists.”
“Are you going to introduce us?”
Absolutely fucking not.
“Is she acting?” The shiny one pulled at Win’s arm like Fin was a zoo exhibit. Is that a wombat or a capybara? “You said she was an actor.” But he’d never have said she was fricking invisible.
“An aspiring one, aren’t you, Finley?”
She’d show him aspiring. She gave him her middle finger. Then, she wove her way back to the bar, checked Win was watching, tapped sexy ass, jerkwad Caleb Sherwood on the shoulder, and held her breath. He said he could help, but she didn’t know if he meant it. When he swung around, and his handsome face crinkled into a big, what-can-I-do-for-you smile, she threw her arms around his neck and said, “Roll with it.”
Right before she kissed him.