He shook his head at her. "Brat." Then he was gone.
He was back inside a half hour, grim faced and still unshowered. The only thing different about his appearance were the sneakers and the sweat jacket he grabbed on the way. His hand hadn't needed much work. It was in a temporary splint. He'd been given a hefty shot of painkiller that was already starting to wear off. The pain only added to his mood.
He handed her his phone. "Let's go. I forwarded an email to my phone. Check it on the way."
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