Chapter Fifteen
She tried to raise a hand but winced as she lifted it. Yeah, her shoulder was gonna be in a world of hurt tomorrow, but it didn’t feel broken. She gave Travis a sheepish smile. “Hi, Travis. Nice morning?” He was in street clothes instead of his usual police chief uniform. Of course. Fifth of July. He’d probably worked an eighteen-hour day yesterday.
“Are you f*****g out of your mind?”
“Nice to see you too.”
He dropped to his knees and started squeezing her legs at her ankles, checking for broken bones.
“I’m fine, Travis. I can move my fingers and toes. No spinal injury.”
“What about the rest of you?”
“I’ll be sore. Ow.” She winced as she squeezed her right knee.
“You’ll need to get that checked out.”
“I’ll be fine. I probably hit a rock when I tumbled. Nothing a fe
