(Author's POV)
It was a deeply undignified strategy. Calling in Phineas as backup, manufacturing a situation that required her to come collect him, taking a knock to the head twice in one evening. None of it reflected particularly well on him.
But she'd pressed her fingers to his forehead with her eyebrows knitted together, and she was currently threading his arm into his jacket sleeve with the focused care of someone who wasn't going to admit she was worried.
He'd take it.
(Aurora's POV)
Phineas was home before ten, which surprised me. I'd expected him to stay out longer - Gavin had looked like a man with things to say.
I was in the bedroom chair with a book I hadn't been reading for the past twenty minutes, the lamp throwing a warm circle of light across the pages. I heard the fron
