“Hi. How are you feeling?” “Downright perky, thanks for asking.” She smiled a little until she came up to him. With her night vision, she saw that he was lying on top of the covers with only a pair of boxers on. He had a gauze pad around his belly and was covered with bruises. And—oh, God—his leg… “Don’t worry,” he said dryly. “I haven’t had that foot-and-shin combo for over a century. And I really am okay. Just some aesthetic damage.” “Then why are you wearing that bandage like a sash?” “It makes my ass look smaller.”
