handles in her marble shower stall and let the water flow until it was steaming. Then he stepped in. He left the door open and faced outward into the bathroom as he methodically washed himself.
The hot water felt good on his skin, except where it burned in his latest wounds. He stepped out of the stall, opened the medicine cabinet, and rummaged until he found some disinfectant. Then he pulled the ugliest cut apart by drawing his shoulder forward, and poured the disinfectant in. There was pain. A lot, in fact.
As he dried himself, he realized that his clothes were too gross to wear. The room stank like some kind of bovine had rolled in it. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he went to the exquisitely carved dresser. He opened the bottom drawer, which was where his things were kept. He often showered and changed hereâslept here, too. From here, he could move on cases a lot faster than he could from home.
But what the hell was this shirt? It wasnât one of his.
âHey,â he called, âwhat is this thing, a bolero shirt?â
No answer from the office. Thatâs right, her meeting was out there. And, as a matter of fact, he was hearing his name mentioned, was he not? He strolled over to the door. Yep, they were talking about him.
He went out waving the shirt. âI canât wear this.â
âPut some clothes on.â
âI canât wear a blouse.â
âThatâs an ordinary manâs shirt. Unlike your tees, it happens to have a collar. Something you apparently havenât worn in some time. Now, get dressed.â
âSorry, kids,â he said to the staring young faces, âI didnât mean to frighten you.â He started to put on the shirt.
âFlynn, get out!â
âYou said get dressed, boss.â He sat on the edge of her desk. âSo, whatâs the latest findings? Aeon turn out to be big on comedy clubs? Marijuana dispensaries? Too bad they donât have decent cops.â
âFlynn, Aeon knows youâre the fastest gun in the West and the toughest hombre in townâand theyâre not impressed, as Iâve told you. They also know that youâre richer than God, and therefore a dilettante. And they have been speculating about whether or not youâre crazy.â She folded her arms. âI think that question is answered.â
He turned around so they could see the gash that extended from his neck to the center of his back. âI could use a Band-Aid.â
âMy God, Flynn, you donât need a bandage, you need medical attention.â
âWeâre off to Bullshit Central, remember. Fifteen minutes.â
âIâll have medics on the plane. Now, get out of here.â
He drew on the shirt. Nicely tailored, too. Sheâd spared no expense. As he buttoned it, he said, âSo when do we leave?â
âWhen I say. Now, go away. Youâre not need-to-know on this conference.â
â333676. Track down that blocked number.â
He went back into the bedroom, threw himself on the bed, and waited.
The sheets were scented. They smelled like her.
âFlynn!â
It was Abby, calling to him from her porch across the street. The summer wind whispered in the trees; the sweet smell of the Texas prairie filled the air.
âFlynn!â
The movie ended. Blank screen. Then he realized that it wasnât a movie. He opened his eyes.
âChrist, I was about to call for a blowtorch. I thought you were in a coma.â
He bolted upright. âSorry, I didnât realizeââ
She sat down on the bed and pulled the shirt away from his back. âThat needs ten stitches at least.â
âItâll heal.â
âWe have to go now, so get your ass moving, please.â Her voice was harsh, but not her eyes.
He reached out and touched her cheek. She did not turn away, and he knew that he could kiss her if he wanted to. Neither of them moved. In the silence that they
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