Chapter Fourteen––––––––
Trunk eased his aching, bruised body into the tub of hot water. He hissed as it hit the cut he’d received defending against the Gators. Hank Montgomery had patched him up on the field and sent him back in.
The warmth soothed his aching muscles. As Trunk leaned back against the porcelain, he heard the door open. Carla entered, carrying a tray with two steaming mugs.
She put the drinks down on a small table then retrieved something from the medicine cabinet. She pulled up a stool, took a washcloth, and sat down. “Okay, give it to me,” she said.
“What?” He c****d an eyebrow at her.
“That leg. The one with the cut. Put it right here.” She tapped her hand on the rim. Trunk complied. She ripped off the old bandage quickly, taking some leg hair with it. He howled.
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