Back Dirty Rowdy Thing
Chapters (20)
  1. Dedication
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Acknowledgments
  19. About the Author
  20. Copyright

I swallow, taking a deep breath. I don’t know why I’m so nervous—this is a good thing—but this is a big deal for both of us and I want it so much I can taste it. “I think I have a way to save your business.”

A short laugh escapes his lips, and he steps a little farther back before asking, “Oh yeah? Hit me.”

God, this is hard to do when his slight edge has returned. Pushing forward, I say, “I had an idea at Salvatore’s the other night, but didn’t want to mention it to you until I got a sense from him whether it would work.”

Finn’s eyes narrow.

“See, Salvatore’s new production company—along with my dad—is starting filming on this really huge movie in April. Much of it takes place out on the water, on a large boat.”

He continues to stare at me, no reaction at all. My stomach twists.

“I thought maybe he could fix your boats as payment for using them as a set in the spring. And I accepted a job with him, at the production company, so I could be up there with you a lot.”

He nods slowly, studying me. “I’m not sure I’m following what you’re telling me.”

“I’m saying I’ve connected you with Salvatore, and he wants to pay to use your boats for a movie that would film for a few months. But the best thing is they would need weird hours, like middle of the night, so I thought you could still fish during the morning and—”

“You offered my family’s boats to a film crew without talking to me?”

My skin goes cold, panic rising in my chest. “Not offered, I just wanted to see if it could be an option—”

“But obviously it had to go up enough channels internally for Salvatore to call you personally and give his approval. And all this happened without even talking to me.” He reaches down, buttoning his pants. “I just want to make sure I’m understanding here.”

“Finn, I—”

He lets out a short, pissed-off laugh. “Do they even know how much it will cost to fix these boats?”

“Well, they’ll first fix the Linda to use, but then at least it’s a leg up for you, right? I mean, it’s a few hundred thousand dollars or more that you can use to get back on your feet.”

“You’ve already discussed which boats? And money?” Finn’s eyes are so wide it makes me see for the first time how green they can be. “Harlow, you’ve never seen my fucking boats. Are you even serious right now?”