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“Yeah.”
Danny nods and goes towards the door.
“And, Danny, if I’m not here when you get back, it’s because he’s more than likely killed me. Make sure my girl knows I love her yeah? And I’ll leave all of my guitars to you.”
“Can I get that in writing?” He chuckles as he heads out of the door.
“What’s that about. I mean I can’t think of anything I want toreallykill you for.” I laugh as I put the sharpie down and close up the programme. I leave it on the bar top for Danny.
Finch runs a hand through his hair and takes a rather large chug of his bottle.
“Mate. You know, in the club?”
“Yeah.”
“You know I was going to ask you something and then the girls came back and then you had that look in your eye that I’ve seen so many times before and I know there was no point in talking to you about it anymore because you looked like you needed to take your ‘not my girlfriend’ home.”
“I don’t have that look.”
“You do. And your tongue was hanging out every time you looked at her and when you weren’t just staring said tongue seemed to be permanently down her throat.”
I shrug. Maybe I do have that look.
“Anyway, before that. I was telling you— I was asking you—”
“Spit it out, Finch.”
I know I’m winding it. I know exactly what he wants to ask. I know my answer too, the same as I did in the club but I’m still enjoying the squirming.
“Cassy. She’s my fucking world, man. She’s it. She’s everything I’ll ever need, so much more than I’ll deserve.”
“She is far too good for you. You’re right there.” I laugh.
“She is. My god, she is, she’s beautiful, man. She’s my end game. Max, mate, I—”
He’s cut off by a loud buzzing coming from his pocket, he looks down and mutters something that sounds like ‘for fuck’s sake’ but could have been ‘fucking bollocks’ as he reaches for it. I think he’s going to silence it when he looks at the screen.
“Emma?” He looks at me as he clicks on the call.
“Em?”
“Em. Are you okay? I can barely hear you?” He moves his phone from his ear and puts it on to loud speaker.
“Hey, Finch. Finch can you hear me?” Bobby’s wife’s voice sounds clear on the other end of the line, a little rushed but clear as a summer’s day.
“I can now, yeah. We’re at the football. What’s up?”
“Who’s we? Are you with Max?”
“Hi, Em.” I smile as I hear her voice.
“Baines! Why don’t you answer your fucking phone!”
“I think it’s on silent.” I reach into my pocket. Fuck. Ten missed calls. All from Ali and then another sixteen from Em.
“Fuck. Em, I’m sorry. All, okay?”
“Max, you need to get here quick. I’m with Alison.”
