She patted his arm.
“I won’t forget,” she said. “I’ll check out the lake after. I do love some bunnies. Thanks again, Graham.”
And that was the end of it.
Graham watched her head away, and when she was gone into the trees, Finn came out of hiding.
“Thanks for helping me. I needed to get more insight into her world.”
Yeah, because he was leaning heavily into his dream. Normally he was skeptical about so many things, but this was the one thing he wasn’t overthinking.
Staring into her eyes and into her soul showed him all he needed to know. Now, he just had to get her to see him the same way.
“Go follow her,” he said. “Meet up with her at some point, and talk to her. If you feel what you say you feel for her, you have limited time.”
He was worried.
“I’m terrified of the rejection. You heard what she said. She’s not interested. Do I have a legitimate chance?”
Graham stared at him.
“She said she’s a bad bet. She didn’t say she wasn’t interested. Those are two different things. Maybe change her mind by showing her the softer side of Fineas. You grew up with so many sisters. You should have learned something on how to manage women. Be gentle, and be kind. She needs someone who can protect her.”
He couldn’t believe he was going to follow her, but apparently, he was.
Graham was right.
He did know how to deal with women. He’d grown up surrounded by them.
While he suspected he was asking for trouble, he desperately wanted to be the person who protected her. Why? Well, that was one of life’s mysteries.
Clearly.
“If this gets my heart broken, I’m punching your gay ass in the face.”
Graham snorted.
Of course, he was.
Like that would be his fault.
He watched his friend walk away.
Deep down, his gut told him that they would work out. While he was bad at fixing things, he knew one thing.
He could spot a good match a mile away.
And Fineas McKnight had met his match, and she was an American.
This was going to be fun to watch.
For him.
* * *The Ravensmire Castle* * *
Ceit’s Grave
In The Trees