She started to put her phone on the charger when another text came through, this one from Finley.
Sexy:I miss having you curled up against me
Me:I miss being there. Zaine and I were just talking. He asked me to move in with him, and I said yes
Sexy:I'm envious, he'll get to have you every night
Me:You could move in with us and have me every night, too
Sexy:Yeah, right. Like he'd want me in his space all the time
Me:Working on getting you to move in too was his suggestion
She watched the dots appear and disappear and wondered what he was thinking.
Sexy:Well shit. Now you've given me a lot to think about, Sweetheart. I like my apartment, but the idea of getting to curl around you every night is appealing
Me:No pressure, Love. Take all the time you need. Just know that Zaine and I both want you there
Sexy:Okay Sweetheart. Get some sleep. I'll see you in a few hours
Me:Okay. Goodnight
She put her phone on the charger, grabbed the stuffed owl she slept with, and curled up on her side. She wished she was curled up with her men, but at least she would have Zaine soon.
Chapter Ten
Finley
When the alarm went off at 5:30, Finley groaned. He felt like he'd only just gotten to sleep. He dragged himself out of bed, turned on the coffee pot, then hopped in the shower. His plan was to go to the bakery, get the cannoli, and head to the hospital. He just hoped he could get into Ferguson's room.
After dressing, he went into the kitchen and fixed his coffee in a to-go cup. He looked around the apartment and realized just how empty and lonely it was. Maybe he should move into Zaine's house.
Shaking his head, he put the thought aside for the moment and headed out. He walked into the bakery right at 6:30 to the smell of fresh baked goods.
“Welcome to Hexes and Oh's Bakery,” the pink-haired woman behind the counter said.
“Good morning. I'm looking for Sorcha,” he said as he approached.
“She's in the back whipping up a batch of cannolis. You must be Finley. She said you'd be in. Why don't you pick out a pastry and have a seat while you wait.”
“That's me,” he replied and got a cherry turnover.
Half an hour later, Sorcha came out of the back carrying a small box. “Hey, you,” she said and gave him a quick kiss. “Here you go. Make sure he eats the whole thing and remember intent means everything.”
“I'll remember, Sweetheart. Thank you,” he said and kissed her.
He left and headed to the hospital to be there when visiting hours started. He approached the reception desk and cleared his throat.
“Can I help you?” the woman behind the desk asked.
“I hope so. Can you tell me what room Hugo Ferguson is in?”
Her fingers flew across her keyboard before she looked up at him. “He's on the Cardiac floor, room 4502. You can take those elevators there, but visiting hours don't start until 9.”
“I know, I don't mind waiting,” he said and headed to the elevators. At promptly 9 am when visiting hours started, Finley approached Ferguson's door. He knocked before he stepped inside. “I heard you were in the hospital and thought I'd bring you a cannoli from my favorite bakery,” he told his boss.
“Thanks. You're the only one who has stopped by to check on me,” Ferguson replied. “I know that's my own fault. I haven't been the nicest of bosses. I'm surprised you're here,” he said before taking a bite of the cannoli.
