“Take off your shirt.”
“I’m not some five-dollar date you picked up off base.”
Ryan pinned Percy with a flat stare. “First off, I have never had to pay for my dates. Second, you said yourself you haven’t had a physical since Aunt Janie passed. Unless you want me to toss your bony a*s over my shoulder and carry you in to the doctor fireman-style, you’ll take off your shirt and let me examine you.”
Percy crossed his arms and glared. “I’m perfectly healthy.”
“Then you’ve got nothing to hide. An exam will get Mom off your back and mine.” He’d spent the last two days trying to do a proper check-up on the old man and Percy had stymied him at every turn.
“You scared of your little ol’ mama?”
“Damned straight. She’s a helluva lot scarier than my CO.” Ryan could take yelling. He could take ve
