Chapter 45

“Have you ever picked one up?” he asked.

“Uh-uh. Not without your help.”

“Give her a strum.” Finn took her by the neck and tried to pass her to me.

“I shouldn’t.”

“Go ahead. She’s tough. Like us. You won’t break her.”

I gave in.

“You know just how to hold her,” Finn said.

“I think everyone knows how to hold a guitar,” I told him.

“I’m not so sure. You’re gentle.”

There was a little discomfort at my hip, even with something so light in weight resting on my leg. There was a good chance the rather raucous sex had set my healing back a few days. Dr. Hitch might have preferred I stop after oral.

“You okay?” Finn was gentle, too, when he reached for my forearm.

“Yeah. I’m still surprised how everything seems to be connected to my leg.”

“You look good with a guitar strapped on.”

“We should start a bluegrass band.”

Finn chuckled. “It’ll be a while before I can play anything except maybe a jug.”

“Bummer.”

“Yeah. I’m alive, though. They weren’t so sure for a while, there.”