Chapter 111

“Well, no.”

“I swear to God, I don’t know a more obstinate man.” I would have growled, but I knew it was useless.

“Who? Novotny?”

“No, you.” Why was he being so careless with his health? I was so irritated I wanted to tear my hair. I wanted to tear hishair.

“What would I do with myself otherwise?” Was that why he never took all the time he had accumulated?

I felt myself deflate. We climbed the shallow steps, and I unlocked and opened the front door. “Don’t dawdle. Miss Priss will run out.”

He entered, leaned the crutch against the wall, and removed his jacket.

I closed the door, hung up Mark’s jacket, and then hung up my overcoat. “Why is Winchester driving you instead of Matheson?”

“Something came up today. Something else,” he conceded when I raised my eyebrow. “Matheson’s going to be out of town for a week or so. So that’s the intel on my end. What did you have to tell me?”