Julie flushed slightly. Obviously, someone had managed to regale him with her long list of odd jobs. Whether it was her parents or Clara, they always managed to make her sound flakey. She wasn't flakey! Julie just liked trying new things... often.
She shook her head. "No. But I once helped with an amateur hockey league and an amateur MMA league for a while. You learn a lot about scarps and bumps when you help out with a bunch of overgrown boys pounding on each other."
She pressed slightly around the edges, trying to determine if it was just a cut or something worse. Shane let out a string of curses that would have made a sailor blush.
"Damn it, darlin'. Careful," Shane hissed out to her.
"Oh, quit being a baby. It's barely a scratch," she chided him.
A fresh wave of blood
