“Thanks.”
Mike nodded, and called Jasper to his side. Jasper dropped the ball at his feet, and Mike bent down to retrieve it, then launched it into the waves. The excited dog bounded off, and Mike strolled away from Finn.
“Your towel!” Finn called.
Mike shook his head, and waved his hand dismissively. “Keep it.”
Once Mike was far enough away, Finn face palmed himself, then stared at the number. Mike seemed nice, he was good looking too. There wasn’t a sense of smugness to him. There were no embers igniting in his chest like with Brody, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be started.
Trent forcefully cleared his throat, and Finn rolled his eyes, then turned around. “Guess you saw that?”