23
CONNOR
“Take your shirt off,” I told Lynne as we entered the house. “I need to examine you.” I kicked off my shoes next to hers on the mat at the door.
She shook her head. “All I need is a soft bed and a good night’s sleep,” she insisted.
“You could have a fracture there,” I argued. “If so, you’ll need to go to the casualty.”
“The—what?”
“I believe you Americans call it the emergency room,” I clarified.
“I’m fine. No fractures, just tired and sore.” Her expression softened. “Thanks for being my knight in tarnished armor out there.”
“Then humor me, all right?” I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She could indeed have a fracture there. “Let me see your shoulder.”
“You just want to get me to take my clothes off.”
I gave her a stern look.
She hesitated for only a moment, the
