CHAPTER 6 | Finn
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“I don’t get it,” Merrick says, slouching lower on my couch. He’s wearing the same clothes he was wearing yesterday and I’m not sure if he slept at the office because he’s stressed or if he slept at the office because his latest girlfriend threw him out.
“Don’t get what?” I ask.
“Since when do you get jumpy about a business meeting?”
“I’m not.”
“You are. You’ve redone your tie four times.”
“I haven’t.”
“Have.”
I glare at him and he points to my chest. I glance down. Yep. My fingers are tangled in my silk tie’s knot. Damn. I drop my hands, take a deep breath. Usually, it’s Merrick charging around when he’s stressed.
“I love what you’ve done with the place,” he adds, throwing a meaningful look at my blank walls, or maybe my blank bookcases. It’s all pretty
