“OK, then.” As usual, Adam’s voice could practically crush concrete. “Ice pack?”
“Hell, yeah. Thanks.”
“Sit tight. I’ll grab one for you.”
Silver nodded, dropped his eyes to his ankle now, saw the bruise blossoming already. He groaned, dreading having to work on the cars and bikes tomorrow. His job required lots of crouching, kneeling, bending, lifting and climbing – all of which had just gotten a bit harder.
Christ, the woman was turning his life into a disaster zone at the speed of light.
OK, well. To be strictly fair, Jolene wasn’t ruining his whole life. It just felt like it.
Silver shut his eyes briefly, wondering how the hell to handle things the next day. Seeing as that day had been an unmitigated clusterfuck, he didn't think that a repeat performance was the best move. Also,
