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It’s strong enough to melt paint. Good paint. The kind they bake onto metal. I chuckle. “Potent.”
“I’m going to smell like I’ve been living in a trench in the jungle.”
“Just for a couple days.”
“I’m already tired of this. Being an invalid is infuriating. How long before I’m back to normal?”
Drumroll… bad news coming. News I know she’s going to freak out about. “Six to twelve weeks.”
She groans and stares a hole in me. “You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m not.”
The entire time I apply the gooey medicine using the flat, hand-carved stick the medicine man gave me, Simona fumes. She’s so mad that her whole energetic field is vibrating. “I’m going to shoot that son of a bitch. I don’t have time to sit around for two months. I need to work. I have rent to pay. And I’ll go crazy. I can’t sit still for weeks. I’ve never even taken two weeks off. And that’s saying something, because I’ve been working since I was fourteen.”
I let her talk without interrupting. Greedy to learn more about her. Hungry for any morsel she’ll give me. Puzzles. Mirrors. Smoke. That’s what she is, and I want to see what’s behind it all.
There’s a crease between her brows as she grumbles, “I can’t understand why Pavel shot me. That’s what I’ve been thinking about this whole time. I mean, I guess it could have been to foil our rescue. But he could have shot you.”
She winces but goes on. “Of course, he might have known I’d leave you if he shot you. So, he shot me instead.”
“Why wouldn’t he think I’d leave you?”
She yawns and blinks slowly. A sedate rise and fall of blonde lashes over mesmerizing blue eyes. “You have a medical patch on your tactical vest.”
“Damn. I didn’t even think about that.” The girl is smart. Another thing that stirs me about her.
Her eyes go softer. She stretches her legs beneath the sheet and yawns again. “I’m feeling…”
“Sleepy. That’s supposed to happen. How’s the pain?”
Her head drops forward. “Huh?”
Shit. She’s like a noodle. I lean her over until she’s laying on her back with her head on my lap. She blinks deliberately and looks up at me. Grinning. “Awe, aren’t you so handsome?”
Oh hell. She’s trashed.
“Look at that jaw. Superman would be jealous of all those hard angles.”
Andre glances at me in the rearview. He’s smirking. I give him a death glare.
“Will you kiss me again?”
Fuck me. That voice dripping in sexy, hushed desire.
“Uh.” I purposefully do not look at Andre. Or think about the hard-on that’s inevitable beneath her head. “Why don’t you doze?”
“When you were looking at me naked, did you see the tattoo on my—”
“Let’s not talk right now.”
Fuck! Somebody get me out of this nightmare. Talk about the wrong time. This is not going as I hoped.
She starts giggling. “Some doctor you are. Afraid to talk about my labia.”
Andre chuckles.
I huff out a grunt. My face is flaming red, has to be, because my shirt is about to ignite. “Go. To. Sleep.”
