“I’ve told you twice now—I’m taking care of her pugs. Let me see your chest.”
His dark brown eyebrows rose.
I made a little gesture of denial. “You don’t have to get that look on your face. I’m not coming on to you.”
“Why?” He looked down at himself for a moment. “Do I disgust you?”
“Far from it. You’re really...and your eyes...I just want to bite...but that’s not why I asked. I want to see how badly you were stabbed.”
He watched me for a few seconds, then unbuttoned his shirt to the point where it was tucked into his jeans.
“Oh!” I said, reaching out without thinking to touch his right pectoral. “You have a lightning flower, too.”
He stiffened as my fingers trailed down the light tan marking that started at his right shoulder and crossed diagonally down to his breastbone. His skin
