“How about I take a look at your neck for you?” Before I can refuse, she’s already on her feet, brushing the dust from her jeans. “I’m fine,” I assure her. Ignoring me, she draws closer. “It looks like you’re kinda stiff and sore.” “I said it’s fine. I have work to do,” I bark, hoping my tone will scare her away. It’s usually enough to make grown men shit their pants. But not her.
