Finn and his daughter waited at the end of the dock next to the two kayaks, both in mint condition despite being two decades old. Finn wore shorts and dock shoes, a baseball hat and sunglasses. Gigi had on a similar outfit, but in varying shades of pink. Even her dock shoes were pink patent leather. “That man is fine,” Lucy said under her breath. Despite the fact that I’d been thinking the same thing, I turned to her. “He’s our boss. Please try and remember that. Besides, you’ve spent a lot of time warning me away from him.” “That’s before I saw how much he loves his little girl. Any man that can love a child like that is good people.” “That’s all well and good, but I’m not interested in any kind of relationship with Finn Beaufain other than boss-employee.” “Um-hmm,” she said. I didn’t look at her because I knew she was doing her chin-wag thing that punctuated all of her arguments.
