Mason POV

Finn leans back in his chair, a faint smile on his lips. His eyes search my face for a moment before he motions for the chair across his table.

“Mason, good to see you. I didn't know you were coming.” He says.

He stands from his chair and walks to a table arranged with different drinks.

“Want a drink?” He gestures to a bottle of bourbon as he picks a glass for himself.

I shake my head, my hands clenched at my sides. “I’m not here for a ...