Chapter 1868 Found Something

• Finnegan had never pretended to be a saint.
• Yet whether it was Kelsey or Jodie, he still counted them as acquaintances, if nothing more, and that carried a sliver of responsibility.
• Finnegan had been willing to lend a quiet hand—nothing more than a quick favor before the night moved on. What he had not anticipated was Jodie's immediate, almost reflexive refusal. The blunt rejection slid across the table and, for a beat, caught Finnegan off guard, pricking his composure like a sudden draught of cold air.