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“Who knows when it comes to Emily.”
“True.”
“I can do that.”
He glanced up at her from his spot where he had knelt once more. “I’ve got this, Trina.”
She didn’t doubt that he could take the best care of her, especially having most likely to have cared for cuts and scrapes of his own with his fighting. Still, there was something so intimate about having him wash and inspect her feet, and not just because his touch still burned.
“You do this a lot, don’t you?”
“I rarely wash the feet of damsels in distress. This is going to sting a bit.”
“Ha ha, you’re so funny. I meant...your fighting. You have to do this a lot.”
“Yeah, well, it paid the bills for a while, so...yes.”
“Ow!” She tried to pull her foot away as he used an alcohol pad on a cut. “Is that alcohol? Why would you do that?”
“Why would you run barefoot over rocks? Stop fidgeting. I don’t want these to get infected.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Torturing me this way.”
He paused, peering up at her through his bangs that had fallen into his eyes. “Is this torture?”
Her breath caught in her throat, and she found herself unable to answer. Instead, she shook her head, and he continued.
“You’re not driving yourself home,” he said as he pulled out the gauze pads and wrap and began to bandage her feet. “Justin and Judith will be by to pick you up as soon as they can.”
“When did you talk to Justin?”
“I didn’t. Judith called when I was helping Martin load the bike. They were worried about you.”
“Getting cozy with Judith?” Katrina teased.
“Yeah, well, we have shit in common that we shouldn’t.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He attempted to grin as he moved from one foot to the other. “It’s fucked up in more ways that I can count, but it helps. She gets it.”
“And I don’t?”
“I didn’t mean it like that. But...no. No, Trina, you don’t, and I would never fucking wish for you to.”
“Ouch,” she said slowly.
“Did I hurt you?”
In more ways than one, she wanted to say.
“No,” she said instead. “I get it. And I’m happy that she’s able to help you. She’s helped me, too.”
“Good. Hold still, I’m almost finished.”
“I’m trying, but that’s a ticklish spot you’re holding.”
“What, this one?” He wiggled his fingers and she yelped out in laughter.
