Chapter 34
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“Go to the kitchen and wait for me so I can get you cleaned up, Tyson.”
The mood shifts drastically by the time I finish using my First Aid supplies on Elsie. And on myself.
It’s been only an hour since I found Elsie hanging out in my hallway, and I had to admit: I imagined a thousand and one different scenarios of how I would touch her tonight, but interestingly enough—this wasn’t one of them.
I place the last bandage on her final bruised finger, admiring my careful handiwork. Amused, I watch her sit there calmly on the kitchen counter next to a tin plate of food I ordered at her request, and I struggle not to tease her.
“You must have one mean right cross. I was right to call you one of the world’s heavyweight boxers.”
She chuckles with a mouthful of delivered Chi
