Flashback ( PDFDrive )

make getting dressed way easier. But it also made her feel like Healing
Center Barbie.
“Embrace the sparkles, Foster,” Keefe told her. “They look good on
you.”
Any other day she might’ve blushed.
Instead, she stared at her one working hand and whispered, “I can’t
even take my medicine without needing someone to open the vials for
me.”
His smile faded and he leaned against the side of her cot. “That still
doesn’t make you useless. But . . . I do know the feeling. I got to spend
a whole week in bed while you guys went to Nightfall without me,
remember?”
“And you should’ve heard the whining!” Ro chimed in. “And the
sniveling. And the moronic escape plans. It’s amazing he made it
through without me bashing his pretty face.”
“Aw, did you hear that? Ro thinks I’m pretty! I mean—I usually go
for more of a roguish handsome, but . . .” He tossed his hair and
fluttered his eyelashes.
Sophie’s lips curled into a smile—without her permission. “I’m
serious, Keefe. I need to train or I’m going to go out of my mind. If you
won’t teach me—”
“I will,” he promised. “Sorry. I was just . . . stalling.”
“Why?”
He tugged at the edge of her blanket, smoothing out the wrinkles.
“The thing is . . . I’m not exactly proud of that time period, you know?
Whenever I think about it, I want to slam my head into the wall.”
“You ever need help with that, I’m your girl,” Ro told him with a
wink.