Finn sat in the corner and watched as Liam worked the room. He didn't want to be there but Liam had needed a wingman - or so he said. In Finn’s opinion, Liam was doing fine all by himself.

     A waitress set a beer down in front of him with a wink before sashaying away. What did it say about him - the ultimate player - that he didn't even feel a spark of interest? Was he getting old?

     He sipped his beer and looked around the club. The vibe was new and trendy but as he took in the women, they all looked to be about twelve. God. He...