Settling Cannon on a cane barstool at his breakfast counter, Finn grabbed his phone and a tea towel off the polished granite countertop he'd convinced DJ and Pauline to let him install when he'd signed the last lease. He thumbed the office number, praying that Scott or Robby or even Jillian would be around to hear it ring.
Scott picked it up, sounding out of breath and impatient. "Scott? It's Finn Lorensson over at…"
"I know where you are. Can I call you back? Some idiot drove into a snow drift and is blocking a driveway and half the road and some guy has called back five times wanting me to do something about it."
"That's why I called, actually." He dampened the towel in cool water and then wrapped it around an ice pack. "The idiot is your latest resident, Cannon Malloy, and the driveway in question is mine. I presume that the calls are from Rowe, who can't stand having his routines disrupted, and, er…his escape path blocked."
Now, he had all of Scott's attention. "What can I do?"
"Can you bring the truck and help me get his car out? He's going to need stitches and I think he might have a concussion." He passed the makeshift ice pack to Cannon who stared at it blankly until Finn ripped it out of his hands and pressed it to his forehead.
Cannon flinched and winced and whimpered, but held the pack in place when Finn pressed his hand over it. "I need to call the police." He stared at Finn, who shook his head.
"No police, Cannon. You don't want to mess with paperwork over an accident that's all your own fault."
"Call an ambulance. I’m on my way." Scott's voice dragged his attention back to the phone.
Finn sighed. "Scott, I've got a hell of a lot more experience driving up here than the ambulance, and I can get him to the hospital a lot faster. The last ambulance that came up here had to be towed. If we can unblock my driveway, I'll take him in."
"Okay. I'm on my way."
"Scott?" he called before the other man could hang up.
"Yeah?" That harsh impatience was back. The cold must be hell on the man's injury.
"Can you bring Jillian? I need someone to watch him while I dig the car out."
The line went dead just as Cannon threw up all over Finn's countertop.
"Faen," he swore softly as a startled expression crossed Cannon's face. "Cannon? Here, let me help you."