He leaped up from the couch, discarding his coffee mug. “Halley, what the fuck.” I ignored him as I aggressively toed out of my sneakers, then made a beeline for the bathroom. “Halley,” he called after me. “I’m fine.” I wasn’t fine, but I would be. I just needed to slap on a few Band-Aids and scrub the gravel from my skin. I’d be all right. He was hot on my heels as I swerved into the hall bath and tried to shut the door in his face. He barreled through. “What the hell happened?”
