“Easy, babe.” She brushed her free hand down his back. Unlike his chest, the skin on his back was rough, scarred. Her other hand was still trapped between them and holding on to him. “Easy. Bad joke. Kara made a bad joke.”
He propped himself up and looked around for a moment before looking back down at her. His eyes slowly came back into focus.
Justin blinked a few times as comprehension finally sank in.
Instead of showing the fury she deserved, he cleared his throat a few times, then managed to speak.
“Is there a reason that your hand is where it is during an attack drill?”
“Not really. It wasn’t a real attack drill.”
“And yet your hand…” He didn’t ease back. She was pinned to the bed.
“…is where it is,” she admitted.
He eased off her, sat up, and scrubbed at his face. She removed
