Choosing to fight that battle at another time, I focus on my wrist.
“The doctor told me the concussion is fine, but the wrist fracture will take up to six weeks to heal,” I inform him, leaving out all the boring explanation that the doctor gave me. “The cast will come off sometime after that if it’s fully healed.”
“Does it still hurt?”
Shaking my head, I look up at him. “No, but Angela was right about one thing. It does slow me down with my work.”
Ethan growls softly, the rumble almost soothing to my frayed nerves. For a second, I find myself slightly leaning in, but I hold back. I can’t let him affect me like this.
“f**k Angela. Nothing she says matters here.”
The intensity in his voice makes my inner romantic perk up, and I shove her away. He probably doesn’t mean anything by
