Finn Norris was stunned. He looked down at the woman in his arms, her face a mess of tears. One of her hands snaked around his neck as she leaned in to kiss him, crying all the while.
It was only then he realized—her words just now hadn't been for him. They were for Miles Xavier...
Gripping Joan Shaw's hand, Finn Norris glanced at the bustling room around them. Even though everyone seemed lost in their own world, he still wasn't comfortable with being so intimate in public.
"Joan, don't. People are watching." As soon as he said it, the bartender turned away, pointedly looking elsewhere.
Joan Shaw's lips lingered on his before she pulled back. "You mind?"
"It's not that I mind, I'm worried you will," Finn Norris explained hastily, sweeping her up into his arms. 'This is definitely not the place; I have to get her out of here.'
