Mason POV
Finn leans back in his chair, a faint smile on his lips. His eyes search my face for a moment before he motions for the chair across his table.
“Mason, good to see you. I didn't know you were coming.” He says.
He stands from his chair and walks to a table arranged with different drinks.
“Want a drink?” He gestures to a bottle of bourbon as he picks a glass for himself.
I shake my head, my hands clenched at my sides. “I’m not here for a drink, Finn.” I announce.
I don't know why he is pretending like I am here to catch up with him or something. He can already tell that I am not here for that from my expressions so why play dumb?
“Oh yeah? Then you need my help with something?” He probes,his eyes trained on the drink he is pouring for himself.
“ Not that either. I have ques
