Deflated by his reaction, I release him. “Good. Don’t be disrespectful.”
 
 I feel that way about women in general.
 
 But…this might be a little bit of misplaced anger. I want to knock Evan Young out for hurting Finley.
 
 The next best thing I can do, though, is give her an amazing night of hot sex.
 
 And a speech over the karaoke mic that will satisfy her gleeful need to even the score with me.
 
 “I guess the girls don’t know the full story,” Henry comments, lifting a beer out of the bucket.
 
 “What’s that supposed to mean?”
 
 Though I already know. They’re on to me.
 
 “It means you’ve been Finley’d,” Diggs says. “You like her, don’t you?”
 
 I nod, because I do like Finley. As an intriguing, complicated, fascinating woman.
 
 Who I fully intend to fuck tonight.
 
 But that’s none of their business.
 
 Sure, there are going to be questions after I take the mic, but I’ll deal with my friends tomorrow.
 
 Tonight is all about Finley.
 
 “I do like her.”
 
 “She’s a cool chick,” Ashton says. “You going to make a move now that she’s single?”
 
 I barely hear Ashton.
 
 Because Finley has walked into Swanson’s.
 
 I don’t know what made me swivel my head to view the door, but I did.
 
 There she is.
 
 It was like a magnetic pull. Like I knew she was there just by her energy entering the bar.
 
 Damn. I am practically vibrating with the need to be inside this woman.
 
 Finley is wearing a black lace skirt, a tight burgundy shirt that doesn’t reach the waist of her skirt so I can see a ribbon of smooth pale flesh, a leather jacket, and short boots with a thick heel. She has on very dark lipstick, and her hair is tousled and shaggy.
 
 She looks very, very fuckable.
 
 I stand up.
 
 “I think that’s your answer, Ash.”
 
 Ignoring him, I move across the bar.
 
 One of the advantages of being tall and broad is that people tend to shift out of the way subconsciously when I walk through a room. It allows me to cut through a crowd quickly, and I’ve never appreciated it more than I do right now because I’m over to Finley in seconds.
 
 “You look…hot as fuck,” I tell her. “Is this a breakup revenge outfit meant to make guys want you? Because it’s working.”
 
 She gives me a smile that borders on a smirk. “I was going for witchy. You know, in honor of our breaking the curse tonight.”
 
 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
 