"Watch out!" "I—I'm so sorry!" Dahlia's shoulder slammed into someone solid. Hot embarrassment flooded her face. "It's fine," the man said. His voice was low, measured. He steadied her by the elbow, and for a second the world narrowed to his hand and a pair of eyes that didn't look away. Kailey squealed behind her. "Dahlia! You almost died for fashion!" Dahlia shoved a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I did not—" "Are you hurt?" the man asked. "No—I'm okay." She forced a laugh she wanted to be believable. "Just clumsy." Kailey shoved her phone toward the man. "Can we get a selfie? Please? With Finn Kuenz?" The man's mouth twitched. "No photos, please." "He's joking," Kailey blurted. "He's Finn Kuenz. You don't say no to selfies." Dahlia blinked. "Finn who?" Kailey's jaw dropped. "Where have you been? Under a rock? That's Finn Kuenz. Billion-dollar buildings under his name. Cars that cost as much as rent for a decade." The man didn't answer. He watched Dahlia like someone searching for a detail he had misplaced. "Seriously, stop staring," Dahlia said, heat rising. "It makes me feel like I sliced your face." "No." He released her elbow. "You didn't hurt me." "You could have told me to watch where I'm going." He smiled, the kind of smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You did." "Smooth," Kailey said, elbowing Dahlia. "Play it