“Good,” Josie murmured, already fading into sleep. “And bring me my sock bag.”
I didn’t know what that meant, but Zack gave an exasperated sigh. “The blue one or the green one?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ve got socks going in both.” Josie’s statement was garbled, her mouth barely working.
Zack and I stood there for another long couple of minutes, just to make sure she was well and truly out. When her breathing evened out and she started making a soft, whiffling little snore, I was finally able to tug Zack out of the room.
Neither of us said anything on our trek back out to my rental. It wasn’t until we were pulling out of the garage that Zack suddenly sat up straight. His eyes opened comically wide, like he was trying to make himself look more awake than he really was.
“I should take you out to dinner.”