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Iceman’s arms stay crossed, even though he watches unfazed.
Finn lets out an annoyed heave in response to hislackof response.
“I thought these flowers might bring you a bit of luck,” I note, shifting my weight more toward him.
“How so?”
“These are magic flowers.”
“Magic flowers? I thought those were in beans?”
I roll my eyes, wrong story. But that’s beside the point.
“Not what I mean. What I was going to say is these flowers were originally pink but changed to blue.” I state, getting us back on topic.
It was a strange occurrence but one that happened, nonetheless. The bluish-purple color of them last night almost wholly the one shade this morning.
“Will these flowers magically get me out of surgery?” Finn croons like a child.
My belly warms with a comfortable chuckle. I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not, but I don’t bother asking. It’s not worth it.
I do however cross my eyes and poke my tongue out at him after Abram gets everyone’s attention. He’d asked if anyone wanted coffee, but it was really only an excuse for him to pull Silas aside. Abram specifically asking him to join.
Silas doesn’t do anything, not even a nod, but I can sense his aggravation as he silently follows in step.
Then it’s just us. The hellhounds.
“No offense but Silas is the definition of hot dog water,” Finn delivers when no one asks.
If I had a drink in my mouth, it would’ve been sprayed all over the room.Hot dog water?Where does he come up with this stuff?
I could blame it on the concussion but that would be untrue, this is just how Finn is.
Cole snorts and it sounds as malicious as he intended. “You know he only came to make sure his investments are in working health.”
I doubt anyone else picked up on it, his slip of the tongue so demur, but he’s said investments. As in plural, as in more than one person.
“Speaking of,” I jump in before anyone else can get the chance. “Did anyone else know Lorna used to work at Hardin?”
Eli shrugs. “Explains where Silas and her likely met.”
Finn’s mouth flattens, not impressed or amused. His DNA is still a somewhat sensitive topic.
“I thought it was interesting.”
“Still doesn’t tell us where she is,” Eli utters.
True.
Flexing, Cole’s hand touches mine. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed already dressed and ready to leave. All of us sticking around longer for Finn’s benefit. His surgery is this afternoon.
Turns out his injury was worse than they originally anticipated, so they decided it would be better to operate on his limb.
Hailey will be coming by later after she’s free. Not willing to miss seeing him before and after he’s come back from the procedure.
It isn’t Iceman’s hand that makes me jump but the chilliness of it. Dropping my chin, I realize it wasn’t his touch that was cold but the small baton-like item that’s settled between our grasps.
The one thing his mother had left him before she committed suicide.
