Chapter 214

We cleaned up the kitchen together, which was another nightly routine we'd fallen into. When finished, Brack had me sit back in a chair while he removed my stitches. The wound itched, but didn't hurt at all. I skimmed my fingers over the short stubble of hair and sighed. I had survived with a small scar when another man gave his life.

"You make a good doctor. Maybe we can role play a doctor-nurse fantasy someday," I said to take me out of my morose thoughts. I expected a flip retort from Brack. Instead, he quietly placed his supplies back in the med kit and carried it into the bathroom.

In complete exasperation, I waited for him to come out. "Can we go for a walk?" I asked as I headed to the door expecting Brack to follow.

"Not tonight."

I turned. Putting my hands on my hips, I tried reining in my building temper. "Suppose you tell me why not."