CHAPTER 74

Finn stalked into Carter’s office and closed the door firmly. Carter looked up from his desk and rolled his eyes.

“What now?”

“I can’t do it,” Finn said, throwing himself into his customary chair. “She knows, Carter. Peyton knows who I am and what I do. She knows everything.”

“Is she the one who punched you?” Carter asked, leaning back in his chair.

“No. Seriously? That’s all you can say? I tell you that the fucking gig is up and all you can wonder about is if she has a wicked right hook.”

Carter sighed and leaned forward again, resting his elbows on his desk. “So what if she knows?” he said. “You can’t walk away from it now. You have one more post to write, so you say you crashed and burned. Big deal. The readers will eat it up. They’ll identify with you instead of feeling like you’re some God with women who have them eating out of your hand all the time. I don’t see a downside here.”

“For fuck’s sake, Carter. Are you really this cold? Peyton is pissed, man. Seriously pis