I’m imagining the curves of her hips when Christo groans. It’s the first noise he’s made since Ielbowed him in the truck.
I crouch down at his side. "You finally coming around?”
His eyes flutter and he coughs weakly. “Unless you two… are gonna keep… flirting,” he rasps. “I’drather… die.”
I bark out a laugh. “Without us, you’d already be dead.”
“He wasn’t hurt quite that bad,” Belle comments. She stands up and backs away from Christo, visiblymore nervous now that he’s conscious. “Mostly bruises and cuts. Maybe a fractured arm, I can’t tell.”
He squints against the light and tries to look down at himself. “My shirt is bloody.”
“Oh, and a broken nose,” she adds.
He lifts his hand to his face and taps the end of his nose gingerly, then winces. “Oh. Right. I rememberthat
