Chapter Thirty-Five
Delilah
“How are you?” Janet asked. She had one hand on her hip with a coffee pot held in the other hand.
Alex winced slightly as he leaned back in his chair. My heart winced in response. I’d seen the scrapes in question on his back last night and again this morning. Sure, they were technically scrapes, but they were awful. Holly told me his shirt had torn, likely from the blast when he was thrown back onto the pavement. A cotton T-shirt isn’t all that much protection.
Alex smirked. “I’m fine. How are you?”
Janet rolled her eyes and looked at me. “Is he really fine?”
Looking from Janet to Alex and back again, I let out a sigh. “I think it depends on your definition of fine.”
Alex grinned again. “I am fine,” he protested. “What I need is one of your omelets to mak
