“What happened?”
“Well, he got promoted to server because we had a few people quit. Great, except that idiot was bringing fake money as his bank into the restaurant. He’d give the customers a few real and a few fake bills as change, always small. He got it mixed up the other night and gave a cop a fake five. He got arrested right on the spot. Haven’t heard from him since.”
“That is terrible.”
“At least I didn’t have to call the cops myself, he did make it kind of easy on me.”
“True.”
I saw my phone light up on the couch with a text.
Finn: Just landed, beautiful. Hope you’re having a great day.
Me: Have fun and let me know how the shoot goes.
Finn: I’ll call you tonight after my meeting with my agent.
Me: Sounds good, Will.
Finn: Are you ever going to stop with the Braveheart references?
Me: Do you want me to?
Finn: No, I like being compared to a heroic Scot with great abs.
Me: Oh, I got the country wrong, huh?
Finn: No matter, love. I’ll still think of it as a compliment.
Brett set his glass down a little louder than he needed to, snapping me out of my daze of texting Finn and ignoring my company.
“Sorry.”
Brett laughed. “No biggie, but thanks for driving my point home.”
I sighed. “He really is amazing.”
“I’m glad. You’re worth it.”
His saying made me smile. He used it as a justification for almost anything. If I wanted an expensive pair of boots or a day at the spa, he’d always talk me into it by saying I was worth it and deserved to spoil myself.
Later on that night, right after Dozer and I got home from our walk and got comfortable on the couch, my phone started vibrating in my pocket. Butterflies started to attack my stomach as I read Finn’s name lighting up on the screen.
“Hey.”
“Hello, beautiful. How was your day?”
“Uneventful, you?”
I could hear a door shutting behind him and keys hitting a table. “Just got back from my dinner meeting. I’m beat. Traveling always takes it out of me.”
Dozer started grunting, upset that I wasn’t paying attention to scratching behind his ear anymore. “Hush, bad boy,” I scolded Dozer.
“What’d I do?”
“Sorry, Dozer’s being a brat. Do you want to head to bed?”
“No, it’s lonely here. What are you doing?”