Face buried in the spot between her neck and shoulder, Dexter shook his head. Told her it was okay.
“It’s the eyes,” he said. “Hard to resist them.” She actually looked at him like she might cry. “I’m not mad. I promise. I deserved it.”
He couldn’t be sure if she agreed with that. In fact, by the expressions he got every time he said that, he wondered if any of them did.
The doctors have said Colin really just needed a good rest and he’d be okay. The asthma attack was a bad one, but it could have been a lot worse if Dexter wasn’t there. The hospital had pumped Colin full of fluids. Dexter was glad. On top of everything, the poor kid didn’t need to suffer a hangover, and after all the beer he drank, it would have been a doozy.
“He’s probably just gonna sleep through the night,” Shaun sa
