He frowns, poking gently at different spots on my legs. “You shouldn’t be thinking about that now,” he says. “Does it hurt anywhere?”
I manage a grin. “The nurses already checked me. I don’t think you’ll find anything they haven’t figured out.”
“Just to be sure,” he counters, his fingers lingering a moment longer before he finally lifts his hands and meets my gaze. “I’m sorry I’m only just getting here. Katy… she asked me to find Sean, and I… I got carried away.”
I narrow my eyes. “Got carried away by what?”
He pulls the bag he came with closer. “Payback.”
“Payback?” I c**k an eyebrow. “For what?”
“Ummmm… just… this and that,” he mutters, a little too vague.
I squint, studying his face for any hint of honesty. I’m not trying to brag, but Justin doesn’t strike me as the type to run a
