Rollo Wareham lived in a sprawling cliff-top property with a stunning view of the Pacific Ocean. Lisa had heard that he came from a wealthy banking family, even though she never would have believed it from his down-to-earth manner. When she knocked at his door, massage supplies in hand, he answered in bare feet and sweatpants.
“Sorry, Finn’s not here.” The big, bearded man scratched at the back of his neck. “He’s been gone a couple of days. Want to leave a message?”
“Yes.” You’re a jackass, that was what she wanted to say to Finn. “No. That’s okay, we must have got our signals crossed. He hired me to do some post-burn therapy with him.”
A funny expression crossed his face. “Doesn’t sound like something he’d want to miss. Lord knows he could use it. He’s been a mess since the burnover.”
