Chapter 15
In the apartment, Zach took off his jacket and his shirt and tossed them onto the table. Mya opened the first-aid box they had bought on the way back and fumbled with its contents as she tried to control her surge of hormones at the sight of a shirtless Zach.
“What will you need for the pain?” she asked.
Zach went to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of scotch from the cabinet above the kitchen bench.
“I’ll need some of that, too,” Mya said dryly, snatching the bottle out of Zach’s hand and taking a swig.
Zach c****d an eyebrow.
She smiled and said, “Good stuff” then turned and went into the living room.
Zach followed her and settled on the sofa. He took a sip from the bottle.
“What’s that?” Mya pointed at a red scar that looked like a thumbprint on Zach’s inner right fore
