They weren’t even half an hour out when Liam leaned over the back of Finn’s seat. “Whatever the fuck you did to her can be undone,” he said, keeping his voice low enough that the others couldn’t hear it over the motors. “But right now, today, we need to focus on this and give a good show, you got that?” Yeah, he got that, but Liam was wrong; Finn hadn’t done anything to Jess except make her complicated decision less complicated. Last night it was like some kind of Fawlty Towers episode with the number of doors opening and closing in the lodge, and he hadn’t lived down the hall from Jess for that long without knowing her footsteps when he heard them. It was his chance to get a couple of minutes alone with her, but by the time he’d found his other shoe buried under Ro’s duffel bag and got upstairs, she was nowhere to be found. As he came out of her office, he heard the front door open and click shut, but it wasn’t her coming in; it was Sam going out. And it took Finn about two seconds to figure out where he was going.
