“It took 8 hours to dig that bullet out of my shoulder!
Every time I got it close to the surface, it burrowed back down again,” he
growled before his face turned into a pout.
Victoria snickered and hid it behind a cough. “I’m sorry,
Marcel.” He grunted again and repositioned in front of the door. “I am. Really,
Marcel. I’m very sorry. I was angry seeing you hit Derrick like that and
I…overreacted.”
“‘Overreacted?’ You could have killed me!”
“No, I wasn’t aiming to kill; only wound. But I really am
sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight that day; surely you can remember why.” He
looked away from her and sighed. “Please?” she gently rested her hand on his
bicep and his eyes followed the motion. With a frustrated grumble, he stepped
away from the door to allow her inside.
