““So, is she giving you hell?” “Who?” “Hailey,” Finn replied. Megan smirked. “Nothing I can’t handle.” Finn turned away from his painting to smile at her. “Good,” he said. For some reason, that simple word flooded Megan with relief. Maybe it was the way he said it. Like he was proud of her. Or impressed. Or not at all surprised. “Maybe I’ll even make her repay you your Popsicle,” Megan quipped. “That’s okay. I’m over Popsicles,” Finn said. “I’m more of a milk shake man now.” He pulled up on his belt loops and they both laughed.””
