SIX
“That was totally uncalled for!”
The voice that rumbled above and through me was pissed. Very pissed.
“You could have hurt Gwen!”
“Yeah,” another voice said, and it took a few seconds before I realized that it came from my mouth. I put a hand up to my face to verify that fact, realized my eyes were closed, and opened them.
I was sitting on the floor, propped up against something hard and warm, wrapped in a delicious scent that reminded me of a campfire in the mountains. I turned to look, and my nose brushed Gregory’s chin. “Hello,” I told his chin.
“Are you all right? Do you hurt anywhere? You hit the floor hard.”
“I don’t feel hurt.” Slowly my gaze moved upward until it reached his eyes. They were filled with concern now, the little laugh-line crinkles around the outsides makin
