Finally, he pulled back.
I put the glass on the nightstand. Then I pulled a chair over so I could sit. Finally, I did what I really wanted to do—I grasped his hand tightly in mine. “You’re alive.”
“I’m okay. Truly.”
I feathered his hair back. “You look like shit. Although I think Quinton said much the same thing to Miriam, so hopefully some of it’s due to your shift.”
“She’s here?”
“Outside. She told Quinton to let me in.”
“He checked with me.” He swallowed. “I’m grateful he did.”
“You realize your mother’s going to be so pissed when she hears you didn’t call her.”
“She’s near Alaska. She’s been wanting to take this cruise forever. I’m not going to ruin it.”
“You’re her child.”
“She’ll get over it.”
“I don’t know if I would. I’d want to know.”
“Miriam called you?”
“Actually, Toby did. Although I’m certain Miriam told him to. Actually, I have no idea. I just raced here. To get to you. Now, can you talk about what happened?”
Finn gazed toward the closed blinds.
“Do you want me to open them?”
“Nah. My head hurts like asonofabitch. Light’ll be brutal. Not that it’ll stop Quinton from shining that damn light in my eyes.”
“Because he has to.”
“Because he has to.” Finn confirmed that. “I get it. Really, I do.”
“So relax and talk to me.” I wanted him to get on with it—but that wasn’t my place. I still had no clue what was going on.
His troubled eyes met mine. “Bad fire.”
“Yep.”
“Someone inside.”
“And you went in.” Seemed pretty obvious, but I needed a clear picture.
He nodded. “Broke wood door, went in. Found her. Marlon hauled her onto his back—”
“Really?”
Another nod.
“Oh, okay. I wouldn’t have predicted that, but whatever. Uh, good for him.”
Finn winced.
“Ah. So not good?”
