On one side, Caroline glared at Mickey while snapping questions at Luci. She ignored him while an EMT attempted to determine who was bleeding and who was merely bled upon.
After a period of probing and poking while the ache in Mickey’s head got worse and the pain in his side built, the EMT patted Luci’s knee and said, “Well, doll, you lucked out. Minimal damage.”
The EMT taped a final bandage over a gash in her arm, grinning in a way that made Mickey want to smash in the guy’s teeth. Not because he was jealous. He just wanted to hit someone. To vent a little.
Luci’s smile was too sunny, too friendly. She was getting back at him, and for what? A couple of kisses that were little enough recompense for all the pain and suffering she’d caused him? She wasn’t that good. Well, yeah, she was.
