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His expression goes completely blank. “Callie.”
“Yes, James?” I smile sweetly.
He turns away from me.
I grin.
God, this is fun.
Roman walks away.
Dammit.
Then he grabs the water bottle from the floor. His movements are slower, and I notice the grimace before he straightens and returns to his usual murderous expression.
If I weren't watching him so closely, I probably wouldn't have noticed. But I am watching. His left side stays slightly guarded when he bends.
My smile fades. “Does it still hurt?”
His gaze cuts to mine.
“Your side.”
He moves closer, no sign of injury. “I'm fine.”
“That wasn't what I asked.”
“I'm fine.”
“Did the doctor clear you to work out?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Because I know a woman who could stitch you up again.”
His expression darkens.
“She watched YouTube.”
“Chaos.”
“She has excellent reviews.”
“You’re never touching me with a needle again.”
My gaze slowly moves down his body. “So I can touch you, just not with a needle.”
His eyes narrow.
I smile sweetly. “Good to know.”
“Chaos.”
“What?”
