Chapter 100

“Ow.”

“Fuck it! I’m sorry.” I dropped my arms. With the door behind me, I couldn’t back away, otherwise I would have. Mark must have realized that. His scowl was ferocious. “Babe?”

“I should have blown Anacapri’s fucking head off! And don’t tell me Femme did a decent job of it.”

“She did.” I studied his upper arm. “Thank God. I was afraid I’d made you bleed.”

“Well, you didn’t—you just surprised me. And if you plan on going to the hospital later, you’d better get some sleep now. So do what I say and strip.”

I woke up about six hours later from a deep, dreamless sleep, to find Mark curled around me. “Don’t go yet,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

“The sooner I go, the sooner I come home. Would you like to go with me?”

“Hell no. I’ve got better things to do.”

“Such as?” I rolled out of bed and gathered up the clothes I’d worn to have dinner with DB.

“I dunno. Catch up on my sleep? Annoy Novotny? Play with the kitten? Jesus. Miss Priss?”