Neither of them knew when it truly happened. Perhaps long ago, right before they left for the War—when Tommy wasn't smoking or drinking quite as much, and before John had his children with his late wife, Martha. Or perhaps it happened the moment they stepped into the Garrison again right after the war and saw Finn..working as a Bartender. Whatever it was, both Tommy and John Shelby were absolutely smitten, and they had been for as long as they could remember.

Truly, it was ridiculous. It was already bad enough that John needed a spouse to help take care of his children (the nanny could only do so much), and Tommy just wanted some much needed company. But to like the exact same person? Could the world throw any more curveballs at them, or was something deep down in their hearts just begging the world to burn around them?

Tommy sat at the bar, nursing a whiskey as he glanced at his brother. John had that look on his face that meant he was up to no good—perhaps he had an idea that Tommy knew he would hate to hear but would listen to it anyway.

John spoke after a moment of silence—he had been watching Finm clean the bar on the other end of the room.

"Let Finn decide," he said.

Tommy seems a bit confused, but it seems as if John had been thinking on this since they left the private meeting room.

"We both like Finn We let him decide," John said. "It would be easier, wouldn't it?"

Tommy narrowed his eyes. "What makes you think that?"

John rolled his eyes and would have replied had it not been for the very moment he looked up and locked eyes with Finn. Finn must have walked over to them while they were talking—it almost made him jump, but John was a strong, capable man. Little things like that didn't spook him.

John smiled at Finn..Bloody Hell Finn!**"