He just jerked a shoulder by way of a reply. “My only problem is, if I’d known I was getting up so soon, I wouldn’t have sat down.”
“You’re not feeling too good, are you?”
Mars grimaced. “No. Like death warmed up.” He carefully patted his belly. “It’s this one. The shift took care of the worst of it. It made sure to stop the bleeding, but it’s bad enough that that’s all it’s done.”
“Is a bath going to do it more harm than good?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know, but I don’t care. I’m more aches than anything else. I need to soak some of them away.”
“Then, that’s what we’ll do,” she told him, a simple smile on her face, one that made his heart quicken.
She was a taunting mixture of siren and saint. Taunting because to him, she was the epitome of both, and both could stir his heart and harde
