She tried to pull her leg away from me, but my hand clamped down on her bare thigh. I looked up to her again, baring my teeth. “You can leave in the morning. Now, stay fucking still so I can get this wrapped,” I ordered. Those green eyes flashed with anger. “You are the worst man I have ever met,” she snapped. “City Girl, you saying that to a man on his knees in front of you, cleaning your feet and wrapping your wounds, makes me think you aren’t a good judge of character.”
