Chapter Five
She understood his attempt to lose himself in
the plot as she began to sponge the blood-encrusted shirt loose
from his arm. Other than an occasional flinch, quickly suppressed,
his narrowed eyes and firmly set mouth gave the only indications he
felt her efforts. His stoicism helped. The blood and the ugliness
didn’t bother her. She’d been cleaning up similar messes for years.
What she couldn’t get used to was causing someone else pain. She
had to steel herself to touch the area.
It took almost ten minutes of rinsing and
gentle pulling to get the shirt off his arm. She sucked in a breath
when she finally got a look at the wound.
A commercial interrupted the car chase on the
television, and Jason turned to look down at his arm, studying the
wound. “What a mess.” He
