“And flowers.”
“Jesus, Mann. Ms. Parker sent Rayne a gift basket from the department.”
He kept his eyes on the road.
Quinn would probably want something from the two of us specifically.
“Okay, fine.” Was I always going to agree with what he wanted?
The corner of his mouth curled in a grin, and he reached across the console and squeezed my knee. Yeah, I guessed maybe I was.
I dialed Rayne to let her know she was going to have guests.
I just wished I knew what was going on with all the holes in the floors.
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“I’m not carrying that thing,” I told Quinn as the florist put together the get well gift, a teddy bear in pink-striped pajamas and with a splinted leg. I guessed they didn’t have one with a bandage.
“Fine, Mark.” Quinn had chosen the teddy bear instead of a floral arrangement.
I took a credit card from my wallet and handed it to the young woman who stood behind the counter. She rang up the sale, and while I signed the receipt, Quinn thanked the florist.