Francesca flicked the coin up in the air, catching it and pressing it down onto the back of her other hand.
“Heads or tails?”
“You guys are seriously tossing a coin to decide who has to ride with me?”
Robin looked hurt by it, though he had no right to be. They both ignored him.
“Tails.”
Francesca lifted the hand which had been covering the coin slowly and her brow furrowed as she looked to see who had won the bet. Her expression softened as she turned to her brother and she smiled victoriously. She didn’t have to tell him the result, but she did anyway.
“Heads. He’s with you.”
“That would have been a great time for you to have one of your premonitions Elizabeth,” he nudged her.
She blushed, still feeling slightly awkward of the fact she could do things the others couldn’t. The prem
