Scooter caught him, just before Andy slid to the ground. “You okay, sweetheart?” Scooter practically picked Andy up and sat him on the tailgate, standing in the vee of Andy’s knees. “He didn’t…do anything before I got out here?”
Andy shook his head. “No, he just…snapped his fingers and expected me to heel.” He laughed again. “God, what a fucknut. How the hell did I ever think he was…anything I could want?”
“We all make mistakes,” Scooter said.
“Yes,” Kat agreed. “We all have made mistake. My mistake? Tucking my thumb in. Ow, that…that hurts!” Kat shook her fingers out, winced and cradled the arm to her chest.
Jason glared in the direction of Nick’s departing car, then back down to Kat’s hand. “If you broke your hand on that idiot’s head, I’m going to track him down and punch him again. Come on, let’s get you some ice on that.” He put an arm around Kat’s shoulders and led her back toward the kitchen.