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“Don’t be such a baby.” Shelley pressed the facecloth to my head, after my dodge rendered her first attempt a failure. “Hold still, will you?”
“You’re hurting me.” The scalding flannel burned the hell out of my skin, sending lava-like temperatures seeping into my wound.
She rolled her eyes as her fingers held my chin steady. “So ...” Another dab, another wince from me. “You going to tell me who got the better of the invincible Ethan Holloway?”
“Invincible?” I breathed out a laugh and shuffled back in the chair Shelley had pulled away from the dresser when she ordered me to sit. “What the hell gave you that impression?”
“It’s what Gabe sees in you.” She guided my chin to the left. “Strong, powerful, controlled. Like I said, he holds you in high regard.”
My fingers flexed as I studi
