Any Way the Wind Blows (Simon Snow, #3)

by Rainbow Rowell

“Did someone die and leave you their fortune?” Still texting. “Well . . . actually . . .” He looks up again. “Did someone die, Snow?” “Who are you texting?” I ask. “My other boyfriend. The one who texts back.” I grab for his phone. He holds it above me. If I weren’t wearing a hoodie, I could fly up and reach it. “I’m texting Bunce,” he says. “Like I have time for another boyfriend . . . Your dysfunction is a full-time job.” I shove him back—then think better of it and pull on his shirt, reaching for the phone again. “You’re texting Penny? Is she texting you back?” He puts the phone in his jacket pocket, slapping my hand away. “She texted me back to say that she’s trying to respect your needs. I told her you needed a kick in the arse; that I’ve already delivered it; and now we need her help.” “We do need her help,” I say. “I know. I told her to call.” I push my hand through the front of my hair. I hope she does. Baz bumps me with his elbow. “Who died, Snow?” “Oh.” I smooth my hair down again. “The Mage.” “Right,” he says. “I was there.” “Right, but . . . Well, he left me his money. In his will.” Baz looks surprised. “Your helping him off this mortal plane didn’t affect that?” “Not according to Dr. Wellbelove.” Baz laughs. “So the Mage paid for this flat?” “Yeah.” “And the Mage bought that mattress?” “Indirectly.” Baz grabs me by the waist and starts shoving me backwards towards the bedroom. He kicks off his shoes between shoves. “Hey!” “Shut up, Snow, I’m going to have my w...