Chapter 27
“Hey, Josh.” Matt opened the door, and stepped aside to let him in. “You look like shit.”
“So do you,” Josh replied with a grin, taking in the large cut over Matt’s eye and the matching purple shiners that went with it. “Sound like it, too.” A broken nose was always a miserable ordeal. Matt was lucky Bad Kitty hadn’t driven bone splinters right into his brain.
He was wearing a white t-shirt, and Josh pointed at the gauze wrapped around his upper arm. “How’s your arm?”
“Six stitches. I was wearing a jacket and two shirts, so it didn’t get down to the bone.” He whistled. “Knife still hit me hard enough to knock me backwards.”
“She did a number on both of us.”
“Shame is, except for a couple of scabby knees, she’s just fine.” Matt closed the door behind them. “The guys are bei
