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Authors: Cassandra Chandler
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absolutely picture your dad reading a romance novel.”
Jazz laughed, and Finn joined her. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to hear. Her heart skipped from the sound. What kind of a fool was she?
“Yeah, he’s not shy about liking them. He’s been chatting up the regulars, going on and on about the stories.”
She imagined Tommy leaning across the bar, holding a dog-eared paperback with the cover bent backward as he pointed out a particular passage. Tommy had a way with people. He was always kind, an incredible listener, and gave good advice when asked. Everybody loved him.
It warmed her heart to think of Finn and his dad still living together and taking care of each other. Talking to Finn like this… It was bringing back memories of the first few weeks when they were dating, before things had become complicated.
“You’re still above the bar?”
“We like it above the bar,” he snapped.
And the moment passed. “I know you do. I didn’t mean anything by it. I just thought you might have moved into your own place at some point.”
“Dad needs me.”
“I get that. I was thinking about before his…” She couldn’t even bring herself to say it. She shook her head. “It’s been years, Finn. Things happen. Change happens.”
Finn let out a huge sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. It was down-soft. She knew.
“I’m sorry. It’s been hard to keep a lid on my temper with all of this crap going on.”
“It’s understandable.” Rather than wade into the nebulous waters of their emotions, she pulled on her pragmatic façade. “When did your powers start acting up?”
“The day Michael Angelo was killed. I ran it down with the little bit of information I could find. I never would have guessed such a big story could be squelched like this was.”
“It was a good thing. The people involved have been through enough.”
Jazz felt her fingers tighten on the wheel. She wished she could break it in two. It might make her feel better since there wasn’t a damned thing she could do to change what had happened to her friends.
“I know Elsa was involved.” He spoke gently, but Jazz felt as if she’d been slapped. She stared at him, wondering how he had found out.
Elsa had ridden in the SUV a couple of times since that night, but Finn’s hands were carefully folded in his lap. His gloves were on. While she stared, he suddenly reached for the wheel, jerking it toward him.
“Watch the road!”
Adrenaline flooded her system. Jazz looked back through the windshield at the parked car she had almost side-swiped.
When her heart stopped pounding in her throat, she asked, “How did you know?”
“That we were about to crash? I looked out the window.”
“You know that isn’t what I meant.”
She heard him sigh.
“I didn’t read your car, if that’s what you’re worried about. I know how you feel about that.” He was quiet for a few moments, then said, “Garrett told me.”
She let out an exasperated burst of air. The more word spread about Elsa and Rachel’s involvement, the more chances there were for people to start bothering them about what had happened. Jazz was going to have to remind Garrett of that fact the next time she saw him.
“I know you’re blaming Garrett, but I would have figured it out anyway. I can see how upset you are about the whole thing and know the only person you care about that much is Elsa.”
Jazz let out a snort and shook her head. “I care about a lot of people.”
Including the dumbass sitting next to her. She bit her tongue before saying more. Fate was always listening.
“Yeah.”
That edge of tension she hated so much was coming to his voice again. It had always preceded their fights.
Instead of a snarky retort or escalation, he asked, “Is she doing okay? I haven’t heard from Garrett in a while.”
“She’ll be fine. Her boyfriend got the worst of it.”
“How’s Dante doing?”
“He’ll be fine.” She refused to believe
Jazz laughed, and Finn joined her. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to hear. Her heart skipped from the sound. What kind of a fool was she?
“Yeah, he’s not shy about liking them. He’s been chatting up the regulars, going on and on about the stories.”
She imagined Tommy leaning across the bar, holding a dog-eared paperback with the cover bent backward as he pointed out a particular passage. Tommy had a way with people. He was always kind, an incredible listener, and gave good advice when asked. Everybody loved him.
It warmed her heart to think of Finn and his dad still living together and taking care of each other. Talking to Finn like this… It was bringing back memories of the first few weeks when they were dating, before things had become complicated.
“You’re still above the bar?”
“We like it above the bar,” he snapped.
And the moment passed. “I know you do. I didn’t mean anything by it. I just thought you might have moved into your own place at some point.”
“Dad needs me.”
“I get that. I was thinking about before his…” She couldn’t even bring herself to say it. She shook her head. “It’s been years, Finn. Things happen. Change happens.”
Finn let out a huge sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. It was down-soft. She knew.
“I’m sorry. It’s been hard to keep a lid on my temper with all of this crap going on.”
“It’s understandable.” Rather than wade into the nebulous waters of their emotions, she pulled on her pragmatic façade. “When did your powers start acting up?”
“The day Michael Angelo was killed. I ran it down with the little bit of information I could find. I never would have guessed such a big story could be squelched like this was.”
“It was a good thing. The people involved have been through enough.”
Jazz felt her fingers tighten on the wheel. She wished she could break it in two. It might make her feel better since there wasn’t a damned thing she could do to change what had happened to her friends.
“I know Elsa was involved.” He spoke gently, but Jazz felt as if she’d been slapped. She stared at him, wondering how he had found out.
Elsa had ridden in the SUV a couple of times since that night, but Finn’s hands were carefully folded in his lap. His gloves were on. While she stared, he suddenly reached for the wheel, jerking it toward him.
“Watch the road!”
Adrenaline flooded her system. Jazz looked back through the windshield at the parked car she had almost side-swiped.
When her heart stopped pounding in her throat, she asked, “How did you know?”
“That we were about to crash? I looked out the window.”
“You know that isn’t what I meant.”
She heard him sigh.
“I didn’t read your car, if that’s what you’re worried about. I know how you feel about that.” He was quiet for a few moments, then said, “Garrett told me.”
She let out an exasperated burst of air. The more word spread about Elsa and Rachel’s involvement, the more chances there were for people to start bothering them about what had happened. Jazz was going to have to remind Garrett of that fact the next time she saw him.
“I know you’re blaming Garrett, but I would have figured it out anyway. I can see how upset you are about the whole thing and know the only person you care about that much is Elsa.”
Jazz let out a snort and shook her head. “I care about a lot of people.”
Including the dumbass sitting next to her. She bit her tongue before saying more. Fate was always listening.
“Yeah.”
That edge of tension she hated so much was coming to his voice again. It had always preceded their fights.
Instead of a snarky retort or escalation, he asked, “Is she doing okay? I haven’t heard from Garrett in a while.”
“She’ll be fine. Her boyfriend got the worst of it.”
“How’s Dante doing?”
“He’ll be fine.” She refused to believe
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