Chapter 13
Mike paced. He was back to the sensation that his gut was tied in knots and the idea that deep s**t was going to occur.
“You’re gonna wear a hole in the floor,” Kurt said. He lay on the mattress, arms crossed.
“Yeah, probably.”
“You don’t usually get this wound up on an op.”
“Mmm.”
Mike stared out the narrow window beside the door. It was daytime and there was movement on the street. Nothing stuck out as an obvious threat.
“Mike, look at me.”
Reluctantly, Mike did as he was asked.
Kurt continued. “You need to chill. We’ve got support. Aidan has a plan apparently and Maggie seems damn competent, too.”
Mike made a noncommittal grunt.
“Sit down. Be an adult and talk to me. I had surgery to take a bullet out of my leg about fourteen hours ago. I’ve had enough morphine tha
