Chapter 15
Mick woke to the smell of something cooking, which might have enticed him if he hadn’t been in pain. Moving gingerly, teeth clamped together, he managed to sit up. If he’d been capable at the moment, he would have smiled. A glass of water and one of each of his pills were laid out neatly on the nightstand. He took them all, waiting for the painkiller to kick in.
Once it had, he made his way to the bathroom, did what he could to make himself feel almost human, and got dressed in sweatpants and an over-large sweatshirt that wouldn’t press against his wound.
Then he walked carefully downstairs and into the kitchen.
Wynn turned, frowning. “Why are you down here?”
“Because whatever you’re cooking smells good and I wanted some?”
“I was going to bring it up to you.”
“Too late no
