Page 162 of Rangers Last Promise

But he knew me.

He knew if someone threatened the people I loved, I would come looking.

Doc kneels beside me.

“Let me see.”

“I'm fine.”

“You have blood on your hand.”

I look down.

A cut crosses my palm.

Glass.

“It's nothing.”

His expression changes.

I sigh.

“Fine.”

He takes my hand.

Everything around us seems to quiet.

His thumb moves gently beneath the cut.

“You'll live.”

“That's reassuring.”

“You may lose the hand.”

I stare at him.

He looks completely serious.

Then I see it.

The smallest hint of amusement in his eyes.

“You're making a joke.”

“No.”

“You are.”

“I don't joke about medicine.”

“Liar.”

His thumb is still against my palm.

Neither of us moves.