“I’m fine, I’m just tired and want Lily to fuss over me.” He winked at her and stood, leaning dramatically against the doorway. Sharkie’s face lit up with understanding before she schooled her face into a mask of seriousness and turned to Lily. “I think Bel needs fussing,” she said with the gravity of a doctor in a hospital drama delivering bad news. Sharkie gestured to where Bel was blinking pathetically. “Look at him.”
