“Steady,” Rye said as they turned the corner. “I wouldn’t like to explain to Miss Greene how those stitches came undone.” Rye and Justine got along like old friends. Though Jack grumbled loudly in their presence about them ganging up on him, he secretly liked that two of the most important people in his life were fond of one another. “She’ll be angry with me, not you. This was my idea, remember?” “She’ll be angry with the both of us, I daresay. She is scared you’ll develop an infection.” This was nothing new. Justine had been harping on the notion ever since his eyes opened after the injury.
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