CHAPTER 24

My hands are warming up. They are chilly. He gingerly undid her shirt, revealing her bandaged wounds and left breast. "Let me know if anything hurts or is sore." His manner was professional if not a touch tense.

She shivered, terrified that the pain might be as severe as before.

He removed the tape from the pads' edges and carefully examined the incisions. The feeling is, "How does it feel?"

"Itching and some burning."

He placed the used bandages in the wastepaper basket while nodding. He used such a delicate touch to apply some ointment to the bullet holes that it tickled. She struggled to smile, but she couldn't help it. She had no desire to convey that she was not angry with him.

His mouth curled up as a result of seeing her look. Guess it doesn't hurt.

Her lips were pursed. “Tickling.”

Be finished in one minute. With the edge of his hand, he lightly brushed her already tense nipple as he placed the new pad over the incisions and taped it down.

It's becoming cold, she tersely remar