Worry is still etched on every line of his face. “She said she was in pain again this morning.” “Which I’ll monitor. Seriously, Henrik. You can go. I promise, she’s in the best of hands. I’m gonna keep things totally chill until you get back. Just a casual schedule of jet-skiing, followed by his-and-hers back tattoos. And if we’re feeling really chill, we’ll go rob a jewelry store. You like opals, right?” He just rolls his eyes, fishing his keys off the hook. “I’m more of an emeralds man.”
