CHAPTER 15

Finn sat in the corner and watched as Liam worked the room. He didn't want to be there but Liam had needed a wingman - or so he said. In Finn’s opinion, Liam was doing fine all by himself.

A waitress set a beer down in front of him with a wink before sashaying away. What did it say about him - the ultimate player - that he didn't even feel a spark of interest? Was he getting old?

He sipped his beer and looked around the club. The vibe was new and trendy but as he took in the women, they all looked to be about twelve. God. He was getting old. He mentally shook his head. What was happening to him? He was not even thirty and he was living a life that most guys dreamed of. He knew for a fact that some guys would do anything to live a week in his shoes; they emailed him constantly asking for just that and offering to pay obscene amounts of money for his one-on-one consulting.

Unfortunately for Finn, the whole thing had begun to feel empty. It wasn't so much that he didn't en