Meet the Sky by McCall Hoyle

Author:McCall Hoyle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollinsChristianPublishing
Published: 2018-07-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I found Him in the shining of the stars.

ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

Finn peers down at me on the couch, his perceptive gaze on my face raising the temperature of my chilly cheeks several degrees. When I tell him I don’t drink, he bursts out laughing.

“You seriously think I’m trying to get you drunk? In a hurricane? When you’re sick?” He sets bottles and a pair of scissors on the coffee table, then settles beside me on the edge of the couch. His mouth is smiling, but the skin between his brows pinches together.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think I hurt his feelings. “Maybe. Everybody says you’ll do anything.”

“Like what?”

“Like surf in a hurricane,” I say pointedly. “And if you’ll do that, you’ll do . . .”

“Do what?” he asks as he plucks the whiskey bottle from the table and uncaps it.

“Just about anything . . . and . . .” Squirming, I hope he doesn’t ask why I’ve been listening to what people have been saying about him or why I would be interested. If the tips of my ears burn any hotter, they might warm my body and the entire room. I curl my toes into the couch cushions, wishing I could disappear, or at least create space between the two of us.

“We’re not drinking this.” He holds the whiskey up to my face. “It’s for your shoulder. I think I got the bleeding stopped for good, but I couldn’t find any first aid supplies or Tylenol.”

“Oh,” I say, sounding as awkward as I feel.

With his free hand, he plucks the scissors off the table and extends them to the collar of my shirt.

Wincing, I swat his hand away from my collarbone. “I can do it myself.”

“You sure about that?” he asks, placing the scissors back on the table.

“I’m positive. Just help me up.”

He sits frozen in place, mouth open a little, as if I’ve insulted him or surprised him. Tilting his head, he studies my face. “I can’t believe it. You don’t trust me, do you?”

Uhhh, maybe. Maybe not. “I didn’t say that.”

“You don’t have to. Your face did.”

“Just help me to the bathroom. I’ll do what you say.” I gesture at the supplies on the table.

He holds my elbow as I hoist myself to my feet, then guides me to a cramped bathroom at the back of the dark house. The room spins as I lower myself to the icy toilet seat. If the living room was arctic, the bathroom is a freaking tundra. I try to keep from shivering as he heads back to the living room. When he returns a minute later, he lines the bottles on the counter beside me, then waits for me to meet his eyes.

“This is what I want you to do. Rinse your shoulder with the whiskey—gently. We don’t want any more bleeding. The whiskey’s not as good as rubbing alcohol or peroxide, but it’s better than dirty water or nothing. Then squeeze lemon juice on the wound. It will burn, but the acid in the lemon will kill some of the tougher germs.

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