Josefina rushed back and was taken aback by the conversation she overheard between the two guys.
"Are these folks always this hilarious when they're together?" she thought, amused.
Finley noticed Josefina coming in and waved his arms like a kid spotting a long-lost friend. "Sis-in-law, thank goodness you're here! I was about to lose it!"
Logan, clutching a bottle of ointment, dashed over to Josefina. "Master, I tried to put some ointment on him to speed up his recovery, but he wasn't having it and even tried to throw hands!"
Logan looked genuinely distressed. "Master, he pushed me away!"
Finley raised an eyebrow. "Hey, you little rascal, it was you who tried to shove me. Look at the mess you made of my clothes!"
With a dramatic flair, Finley tossed the blanket aside, revealing his shirt, now an off-shoulder masterpiece with a couple of gaping holes in the stomach area. Josefina's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Seriously?" she thought but tried to keep a straight face.
Seeing her amusement, Finley felt a bit embarrassed. "Sis-in-law, cut it out with the giggles, will ya?"
Josefina tried her hardest not to laugh, thinking, "Who, me? Laughing? Never!"
She turned to Logan. "Come on, let's step outside for a bit."
Logan followed her out like an obedient puppy. In a hushed tone, Josefina explained, "Logan, it's sweet of you to want to help Finley with the ointment, but you gotta ask him first. If he's not cool with it, you can't just go ahead and do it, got it?"
Logan nodded, looking a bit confused but eager to please. "I get it, Master. I'll go apologize."
Just as he turned to head back, Josefina stopped him. "Hold on, don't go back in there. I think Finley's had enough excitement for one day."
Logan was genuinely just trying to help, but Finley seemed on edge.
"Hey, Logan, the chef whipped up some barbecue. How about we go grab a bite?"

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