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“How did you get this?”
Max snickered. “A bullet.”
I felt my head spinning. “At least it didn’t embed itself, I guess.”
Wow, this guy really was a bad boy. Smelling of blood, and sweat, and cologne, and motor oil. Tattoos against his skin. Chiseled muscles that kept distracting my fingertips from their primary purpose. A stoic stare that could sink any person to their knees. Including myself.
I felt my blood pumping in my ears as Max’s eyes panned over to look at me.
“Does that bother you?”
“Hmm?”
My eyes met his and I stopped cleaning again.
“Does that bother you?”
I blinked. “Does what bother me?”
He grinned. “The bullet. Does that bother you?”
And as my eyes danced between his, I figured the only thing I could do was tell him the truth.
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Max
Daddy’s girl licked her lips. “I… I don’t think so. Never come into contact with someone who’s been shot at before.”
I nodded. “Fair enough.”
I hissed as the alcohol wipe came down against my shoulder again. I looked down at my feet, trying to focus on something else other than the burn. I wanted to pull away. I wanted to growl at her to keep her hands to herself. But she was good at this. Her touch felt nice. Comforting, after an evening like this.
“All right. Where else?”
Her voice made me pause. “What?”
“Where else are you hurt?”
I shook my head. “Nowhere.”
“I saw you limping. Did something happen to your foot, or your hip?”
I furrowed my brow. “What kind of question is that?”
“The kind a doctor might ask if you went there.”
“You telling me you’re a doctor?”
“I was going to go to med school, yes.”
My gaze slid back up to hers. “Explains why you’re good at this.”
I watched her inspect my lip. She gripped my chin softly and tilted my head back. I knew what she was studying. I felt my jaw throbbing the entire way to this damn campus. I still didn’t know when the hell I’d been clocked in my jaw. Or my face, for that matter. But things happened so fast tonight that I knew I’d never really be sure of anything.
Except the wrath I’d bring down on my father’s head for this shit.
“Foot, or hip?” she asked.
