Intent on reading the paper, he didn’t even notice her until she seized his arm and tore the ripped shirt from the wound.
“Jessica, what --”
“Don’t move,” she ordered. A s***h, deep and nasty. Her head spun for a second. Blood so wasn’t her thing. Then she set the first-aid kit on the bar, and ripped open a gauze packet. “You’re bleeding, dammit.”
He glanced down at his shoulder, shook his head. “Drugs and whips don’t mix well.”
“He whipped you?” Shock brought her eyes up to his.
“He tried. Considering he’s still heaving his dinner out in the parking lot, I don’t feel too badly about it. Serves me right for not being more observant.” He touched her cheek with gentle fingers. “You were worried about me.”
She dropped her gaze. Putting gauze on the cut, she applied pressure. “This proba
