“What are you doing in my bathroom again?”“Watching you as you clean up for your date.” She handed him a towel. “I’m being useful.”“That’s overstating it.” He took the towel to dry off his face.She studied him as he checked his jaw in the mirror to make sure he’d gotten all the rough whiskers. “You were scrawny when we were kids,” she said. “Where did the muscles come from? I have a hard time seeing you work out.”“Jas, I find your inspection of my body disturbing. How would you feel if the tables were turned? You filled out nicely,” he said in a low voice, leering at her.She laughed. “You need to work on being dodgy, darling.”“That’s a goal in my life.” He reached for his shirt.“That’s not what you’re wearing.”He glanced at her as he buttoned it up. “Why not?”“Where are you taking Viola? McDonalds?” Jasmine marched out of the bathroom.Finn followed her to find her rooting through his clothing. “Good Lord, Finn,” his friend said.
