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~~KNOX~~
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I’d be lying if I said I’m surprised Finn walked in on me holding Sloane.
I’d anticipated it.
Hell, I orchestrated it.
He’d been out there crying over his toxic little temptress, and I’d seen him coming back. I’d seen Delilah storm off like the walking soap opera she is. But Sloane had been too caught up in our argument—too riled up and flushed and breathless—to notice any of these.
Right now, she looks like she wants to dissolve into the floor.
I almost feel guilty.
“Making out?” she says. “Did you drink the pool water or something, Finn? We were just talking.”
She tries to play it off with a smile, but it comes out looking like she's undergoing an electrocution.
“Talking,” Finn repeats. “With his hands around your waist?”
“That was my fault,” she blurts, ste
