“Hey, it covers most of the food groups.” Turning to Kate, he said, “I won’t keep you. I wanted to say goodbye.”

Her face lit up. “It was so nice meeting you!”

I refrained from rolling my eyes. She was the one who’d discovered his dating profile, yet she was now his biggest fan.

“I’d say come back soon, but Adi won’t be here for much longer anyway,” Finn said.

I squeezed the napkin still in my hand. He didn’t seem thrilled at the prospect of my leaving. Was he sorry to see me go? I steadied my gaze on him, but he didn’t meet my eye.

“True,” Kate agreed. “And thanks to the Jewish calendar, I get to hang with her tonight too.”

At the obvious confusion on Finn’s face, I clarified. “Tonight’s Rosh Hashanah. I forgot all about it, but I’m going home for dinner and returning late tonight.” I blew a stream of air out of my cheeks. “If I’d finished this damn story, I wouldn’t have to come back at all.” Worried Finn might take the statement personally, a wave of guilt rushed through me, followed by a sinking feeling from caring too much what Finn thought.

“The Gellar Rosh Hashanah is epic,” Kate said.

Finn cocked his head. “Really, why’s that?”

“Can you sit a minute?” I asked, ignoring Kate’s smirk. My neck ached from peering up at Finn while he hovered over us.

“Sure.” A moment of awkwardness ensued while he decided on whose side of the booth to sit, ultimately sliding in next to Kate. “Do you mind if I eat my sandwich? No one likes cold bacon. Aside from Adi.” He gave me a teasing grin. “I don’t think she’s picky when it comes to bacon.”

“Except when she’s too upset to eat, like now.” Kate bit down on her lip.

Finn’s eyebrows drew together. “What’s wrong?” He took a bite of his BLT.

I gave him a look across the booth. Maybe one of us had cleared our talk out of his memory.

Kate glanced between us. “As I was saying, Rosh Hashanah at the Gellars’ is like Thanksgiving junior. So. Much. Food. And really good company, of course.” She winked at me.

“It sounds like a great time.” Finn licked a dab of mayonnaise from the corner of his mouth, managing to make the gesture sexy instead of sloppy. “Tell me more. What’s the main course?”

“Why don’t you come?” My mouth went agape. What did I just say?

Kate gasped.

The sandwich in Finn’s hand dropped to his plate.

“I mean it.” A voice in my head—the sane one—shouted, Abort! Abort!, but there was no turning back now, and he’d probably say no anyway.

“I’m not sure it’s a good—”