I came to with Wilbur in my lap and my head in Patrick’s. Waking up to his face staring down at me was something I thought I could get used to. “Hey, you.”
“You’re awake,” he said.
“I am.”
“Do you know where you are?” Patrick asked.
“In the big, strong arms of the sexiest, redheaded man in America, him in his underwear, me dressed as Batman, snowed in at Cost-Mart, and listening to ‘Let’s Get Physical?’”
“Close enough.”
“How am I wrong?” I could have moved but chose not to.
“You forgot about my turtle shell. I called an ambulance.”
“You didn’t!” I sat up.
“I’m on hold.” Patrick showed me his phone. “Get back down here.” He gently forced me to obey, then started stroking my hair again.
“How long was I out?”
“Almost two minutes.”
I laughed. “It felt much longer. I saw Jefferson a
