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“What? Sew?” I question, not risking a glance in his direction. “My mom taught me years ago, though I doubt she had any idea that I’d be using what she taught me on bullet wounds.”
“You seemed to really know what you were doing. Have you done some kind of medical training?”
“IfGrey’s Anatomycounts as medical training.” I snort.
“What’sGrey’s Anatomy?”
My wide-eyed expression swings upward.
“You don’t know whatGrey’s Anatomyis?” I gawk at him. In my small world, I never imagined that anyone wouldnotknow whatGrey’s Anatomyis.
“If I did, I wouldn’t have asked.”
“Well,” I turn my attention back to his wound, “it’s a medical television show.”
“Wait, so you’re telling me a T.V. show taught you how to do that?”
“Not exactly. But I may have picked up a thing or two.”
“You are something else.” He chuckles, the sound deep and raspy. “Well, wherever you learned it from, you were amazing. The way you helped Norma. I don’t think she could have done it without you. If Niko lives through this, he’ll have you to thank.”
“Ifhe lives. He needs a hospital. He’s lost too much blood.”
“We don’tdohospitals.”
“Why, because you don’t want to live?”
“Because we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves.”
“So you’d rather die than raise a few red flags?” I look up and meet his dark gaze.
“Yes.” His answer is without hesitation.
“I don’t understand you.”
“I don’t understand you either.”
“I think I’m pretty easy to figure out. Compared to you, I’m as simple as they come.”
“I hate to tell you, little bird, but there’s nothing simple about you.” The way he says it causes heat to flush my cheeks.
I loop around the last stitch and tie the thread off, not looking up at him until I’m finished.
“There, all done.”
“Not bad.” He looks down at my work, moving his arm up and down.
“So, what happens now?” I ask, dropping the needle onto the table before dabbing some alcohol onto the wound.
“What do you mean?”
“You said you think someone is leaking information. What do you plan to do about it?”
“I’m not discussing that with you.”
“Why? Because you think I can’t handle it?”
“Because I don’t trust you.”
