Page 7 of Just Do It
‘Oh! I’m an archaeologist.’
His brows shot up. ‘Really?’
‘Mmhmm,’ I said as I swigged the rest of my drink. This should probably be my last. I’d lost count of how many I had had which was never a good sign. And then the spectre of lost opportunity drifted past my mind’s eye. If I could still remember that, it was likely a sign I hadn’t had enough.
‘So you go on digs and stuff?’
I nodded.When they’re not swiped from under my nose. ‘I have been, yes.’
‘Wow. Interesting.’
Colette’s hand found mine and she gave it a squeeze. Even plastered, she knew I didn’t want to talk about work right now. ‘But,’ she announced to our small group. ‘We are hereto forget about work so,allez, impress us with your sparkling conversation.’
‘Uh oh. Now we’re really in trouble.’ Finn grinned and disappeared behind his glass.
‘Sorry if I brought up a sore subject earlier,’ Finn said once Colette was finally satisfied I was capable of holding my own conversation and Finn had found us a corner table, pulling the chair out for me as he did so.
‘It’s fine. I just had a bit of a crappy day.’
‘Hence hitting the bar.’
‘Hence hitting the bar,’ I agreed.
‘I get the impression this isn’t the way you generally like to enjoy a Friday night.’
I rested my chin in my hands. ‘Uh oh. Busted.’
‘I’m sorry you had a bad day, but I am happy you ended up here.’
I met his gaze. ‘Me too.’
‘Your friend seems happy about it as well.’ He turned his head to where Colette and Greg were getting extremely cosy, her head resting on his chest, his head tilted down talking to her.
‘So does yours.’
‘True. Can I ask something?’
Finn received a shrug in reply.
‘Does she do this a lot?’
My elbows had been sliding down the table but at this I sat up straight. ‘What?’
Finn held up his hands. ‘I don’t mean any disrespect. I’m just… Greg seems really keen. He’s not a one night stand kind of bloke. I just…’
‘Wanted to know if Colette is a one night stand kind of girl? Maybe you should have swapped if that’s what you think of her.’
‘I don’t think that,’ he replied, his tone still calm. ‘I don’t think anything. I try not to judge people because more often than not, we get it wrong.’
‘And you’ve got it wrong now. About this wrong!’ I said, stretching my arms out as far as they would go to add what I felt was the required emphasis. ‘She’s not.’ I studied the pair of them for a moment. ‘Actually I haven’t seen her look this interested in a long time.’
‘He’s a good bloke,’ Finn replied before I’d even voiced the question.
I turned back to face him. ‘And what about you?’
A mischievous smile hooked itself on the corners of the generous mouth and tugged them up. ‘I’m pretty good too.’
Turned out he wasn’t kidding. Finn kicked the door shut, his hands never leaving my body, as he backed me into the wall of his hallway. His mouth was on mine, my hands locked behind his neck as he bent to reach me. I’d worn my highest heels tonight as part of my armour against the world, but even those weren’t enough to even up my five foot three frame to meet Finn’s height of six foot five. His hands slid from my waist to under my bum and the next moment I was level with him, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist.
