Chapter Seven
Suzannah retreated to the far corner, opening and closing cabinets and drawers with an intensity that belied her calm. “Let’s focus on getting your arm sutured.”
So that’s how she was going to play it? Gunnar fought a wave of disappointment. Hell, it was his own damn fault. He was the one who’d promised to stay away, act like there was nothing between them.
“I’m going to have to give you a couple of shots of lidocaine. You’ll want to be numb when I sew you back together.”
“Just stitch me up. It can’t hurt more than it already does,” he grumbled.
Her eyes jerked to his, the barest hint of a smile making the corner of her mouth twitch, before looking right away again. “Posturing doesn’t impress me.” All her attention seemed focused on arranging several instruments on a sma
