Chapter 8“‘…As for her acting—well, you shall see her tonight. She is simply a born artist. I sat in the dingy box absolutely enthralled. I forgot that I was in London and in the nineteenth century. I was away with my love in a forest that no man had ever seen…’“
“We’re here, Finn.”
Blinking from the book, Finn looked out the car window. Julian had driven him to Shannon’s place on request, as he had no work that day. Finn had ulterior motives behind getting these two in the same room. Smiling, he book-marked his page in Dorian Gray and got out of the car. Keeping his hand on the car door, Finn poked his head back inside.
“Come inside with me,” he sang.
Julian gave him a quizzical look. “What? Why?”
“Come on! Please? Please, please, please, please?”
Julian, ever privy to the interests
