She stared at him. “How’d you know? You were eavesdropping on me and Jack!” “Sound carries in this thin air. And you mentioned it once in a blue moon when we were married.” “Then you should know all about it!” She sat up. “I didn’t hear as much as I would’ve liked,” he said, sounding petulant. She was annoyed, flattered, amused, and surprised. “I would think my business would bore you.” “You thought wrong.” He took a glug of water. “Your interest wouldn’t have anything to do with one Jack Cormier, would it?” “Let’s leave him out of this.” She grinned. A sinuous curl of warmth spiraled through her. Finn was jealous of the great-looking ex-pitcher-cum-ad-exec with the devastating New Orleans accent. This day was getting better and better. She smirked at him full on.
