“What the hell happened to you?”
Jesse stopped short, his hand poised to grab a book off the top shelf. He looked to the source of the question from the corner of his eye. “Nothing?”
Michelle narrowed her eyes. “Right, nothing. That’s why you look like s**t and you winced reaching for that book. Did you get in a fight?”
“It happens in my line of work,” Jesse said mildly, his fingers closing around an old, leather spine. He had hoped to get in and out of the book store without seeing Michelle, but those hopes had been slim. She was always there, even though she insisted that she slept and ate elsewhere.
She stepped behind him, rudely pulling his collar down to look at the nape of his neck. “What? Was there an all-you-can-eat Jesse buffet?”
“No,” he said, ducking away from her and strai
