Chapter 23

“Need a hand?” he asked. “I have one.”

That hand felt warm, even through the quilted down of my jacket. “You’re gonna need it for Dolly.”

I’d let the pregnant lady get off the bus first, but there was still a line of people behind us.

“You didn’t call,” Finn said. “I…I rushed to get to you, but maybe…Well, maybe you didn’t call because you’re not interested in anything beyond being hospital roommates and joining in on public transportation sitcom singalongs.”

“That was amazing, by the way,” I said. “Molly loved it.”

“Molly?”

“The woman sitting with me.”

“Ah. I got here first this morning. I was going to come up and surprise you, but then…doubts…”

The rustling of outerwear was quite noisy behind us, as the line of people kept gathering.

“No. No doubts, Finn. I must have written some of the numbers down wrong.” I took out my phone to show him. “That’s all.”

“You got more wrong than right.” He chuckled. “Maybe my penmanship is—”