Page 110 of The Nicest Thing
Was it my imagination or had his eyes flicked to me for a second before snapping back to the road?
Surprising me, Emmy said, "Okay, I get it.But you can talk to me about anything.You remember that, Finn O'Brien."
"Yeah, I will," he said.
"And know that if you leave me out again, I will find out."
"Because of Dex."
"Because I know everything," she corrected.
The weather was so bad I couldn't even tell if we were on the road anymore.
"It's getting bad out here," Finn said, echoing my thoughts."Gotta go, Em."
"Be safe," she said."Oh and Rose, I hope the book conference is amazing.Bring me back something, please?"
"Duh, as if you even have to ask," I said."Any specific requests?"
"Spicy—but no hockey."
"Gotcha."
"Finn?"
"Yeah?" he said, leaning forward in his seat to see.The rain had us slowing almost to a crawl.The slip and slide of the tread on the tires against the road was more than a little concerning.
"About that call, I have some advice for you."
"Emmy, don't—"
"You have to take a big swing if you want to hit a homerun," she said."That's all I wanted to say.You've got this, baby brother."
Finn seemed to sigh in relief."Yeah, thanks, Em.Love you."
"Love you both," she said then disconnected.
Looking to Finn, I tilted my head."Was the call about baseball?"
Finn shook his head. "Ah, not really."
"Oh, Emmy mentioned a homerun, so I thought…"
"Cops," Finn replied.
I frowned."You were talking about the police?"
"No," Finn said and gestured in front of us.Suddenly, I saw the blue lights flashing up ahead."Looks like there's something going on up here."
A second later, we found out what.
"Sorry, kids," the officer said after we pulled to a stop and rolled the window down."Tree got struck by lightning a few miles up ahead.The road won't be passable at least until the morning."
My heart sank.
"Oh," Finn said, "sorry you have to be out in all this."
"S'okay.That's the job."She tilted her head."You'll need to find somewhere to stay."
