“Can we walk it?” His smile is unstoppable. “Put your arms above your head. It will help with your stitch.” I grumble out a slew of curses under my breath at the smug, all-knowing, too in-shape bastard. “I never said I have a stitch.” “No. But you splinting your uninjured ribs was a tip-off. We can walk it if you need to.” “I don’t need to. But I can see you’re seriously hurting right now so I’ll make a concession just this once.” He’s laughing at me again. “I appreciate your mercy. I’m not sure I would have lasted much longer.” I wave my hand over him as if giving him a blessing.
