“Like I care about that now,” exclaimed Mike, exasperated. “You’re more important than my car.”
Sarah nodded and closed her eyes. “Thanks for getting the glass out of my foot.”
“You’re welcome,” replied Mike, rubbing her arm. He took a deep breath. “Actually, I can’t stand the sight of blood.”
Surprised by his admission, Sarah opened her eyes. Even in the throes of agony, she had been aware of Matt and Mike’s behavior in the kitchen. Sarah would have never guessed that blood made Mike squeamish. She covered his hand with hers in appreciation for his sacrifice.
“I’d say you did really good then,” she declared.
“Yeah, and we still gotta clean up the mess in the kitchen,” he said with a grimace. “In fact, I’ll clean the kitchen for the next month. Will that make up for my clumsiness?”
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