(Asher)
Harlow lasted less than ten minutes before she got bored with whatever she'd chosen to watch. She changed the channel three times, checked her phone twice, then stretched her legs across mine. I moved her foot away from my injured leg before she could hit the wrong spot. She didn't even notice because she was already reaching for her phone again.
"What do you want to do today?"
"Nothing."
"That's depressing."
"I've been shot, Harlow."
"You've been using that excuse for weeks."
I couldn't argue with that. Being stuck around the compound had gotten old days ago, but Holt wasn't interested in my opinion. Every time I thought I could start doing more, he found another reason to tell me to sit my ass down. I was starting to think he enjoyed it.
My phone rang on the table. I reac
