The man snorted. “Well, where were you when the giant piece of ice almost crushed yourfriend?”
Dex cleared his throat and looked at me. “I wandered over there.” He gestured to the other side of the room. “To look at another sculpture a few feet away. I never should have walked away.”
“You couldn’t have known that thing was going to fall!” I insisted.
Dex didn’t say anything; he just looked around at the mess of shattered ice.
Movement at the door caused me to look and I saw a few EMTs coming in the door.
“You should go get your head looked at. Just to be sure you’re okay,” I told the man.
He nodded.
“I can come with you,” I offered.
“No, that’s not necessary. I’ll be fine.”
I hesitated, not really wanting to leave him, but then a small woman in a heavy coat came rushing over and took the man’s arm.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you! I heard the sound from the other room and then I couldn’t find you…” Her voice faded away as she looked him over.
He smiled and put his arm around her shoulders. “Now you know ain’t nothing going to hurt this hard head of mine.”
The woman looked at Dex and me standing so close beside them.
I smiled at her. “He pushed me out of the way of the chandelier when it fell. He’s a hero.”
She smiled. “I’m glad no one was hurt.”
“Well, he needs to have his head looked at,” I told her.
She nodded knowingly. “I’ll make sure he does.”
He began to refuse, but she wasn’t having any of it and dragged him off toward the EMTs.
Dex grabbed my shoulders and spun me to look at him. “Are you really okay?” he asked.
“Yes, really.”
He nodded and then put his arm around my shoulder and turned us toward the exit that was being flooded with people. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
Once outside, we didn’t stop walking; we just kept walking until we arrived back at the little cabin. I was taking my coat off when Dex spoke behind me.
“I’m really sorry.” His voice sounded heavy.
I turned, coat in my hands. “It’s okay. You couldn’t have known that was going to happen.”
He frowned at my words and I realized he was more upset about the accident than I thought. I hesitated, not knowing what to do. I thought about hugging him, but I wasn’t sure if he’d like that—or if pressing my body against his would trigger another vision. I had enough of my visions lately to last me a long time. I decided against hugging him, instead setting down my coat and heading toward the kitchen.
“How about some hot chocolate?”
“Only if you put marshmallows in it,” he said, his voice back to normal.
I smiled. “Can’t have hot chocolate without marshmallows.”
Marshmallows always do the trick.
Chapter Thirty-Five
