POV: Florence
Vince carried Charlotte up the stairs while I led the way to the guest room, and together we maneuvered her onto the bed, settling her on her side with a pillow tucked beneath her head and the trash can positioned within arm's reach, just in case the tequila decided to stage a comeback. She mumbled something unintelligible, curled deeper into the blanket, and within seconds she was gone, dead to the world.
"Can I get you anything? Water, maybe some ice for that hand?" I asked once we'd stepped back into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind us with a soft click.
"Water's good." He fell into step beside me toward the kitchen, his voice low and unbothered. "Hand's fine. Already told you that."
I caught it anyway, the slight wince he tried to swallow when he flexed his f
