“Good point.” I lower my voice. “Doesn’t mean you’re not getting spanked for being mouthy.”
Her jaw drops and she looks quickly to Thayer, who only shrugs and shakes his head. He’s not surprised. Nothing he wouldn’t do.
I draw in a deep breath and release it. “Okay then. Let’s sit down and tend to your scrapes.”
“Andyours,” she says, pointing a wobbling finger in my direction. I look down at my shoulder, surprised to see I’m bleeding, and not a little.
“Shit. What happened there?”
“You got shot, brother,” Thayer says. “Sit your ass down andI’llget the first aid kit.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t evenknowyou got shot,” Nicolette says. Her voice wobbles. I look over at her in surprise, and notice when she blinks, a tear falls down her cheek.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“She’s in shock, man,” Thayer says. “She’ll be fine. Let’s get you taken care of.”
“Her first.”
“Goddamnit, Fabien, she scratched her knees. You’re fucking bleeding from a gunshot wound. Sit down and let me look at it before I knock your ass out first.”
He makes sense. “Fine.”
I sit down.
But I reach for Nicolette’s hand and give it a squeeze.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes.”
I shrug out of my suit coat and he helps me out of my shirt. Finally, as I’m starting to realize that I’m actually hurt, pain begins to throb at my shoulder.
“When did that happen?” I ask.
“When you were pushing her onto the plane.” Thayer puts antiseptic on a cloth and dabs it on my wound. I hiss out a breath and clench my teeth.
I pride myself on being observant. I can’t believe I was that fixated on getting her on the plane that I didn’t realize I was shot.
“It just grazed your skin. Whoever the hell it was is a terrible shot.”
“Good. Any idea who it was?”
Thayer’s lips thin. “No.”
I blow out a breath and grab the cloth, pressing it on my shoulder. I reach for the first aid kit and snag the tape, yank off long sections, and slap it onto my shoulder to make a shitty bandage.
“Give me the kit.”
Thayer blinks, looks at me, then the kit. He looks over at Nicolette, who’s watched us in silence.
“This is just sort of a normal day for you guys? Weekday antics, huh? Day in the life of the French mafia.” She blows out a breath. “Lovely.”
Thayer doesn’t reply but holds my eyes for a few beats. He knows she knows, then. No point in keeping it secret. He’s probably wondering if she knows whathedoes for work, and she probably does suspect something, thanks to Milo.
I will only tell her what I need to. The more she knows, the more danger she’s in.
I look out the window at the clouds below us.
“Good job getting away,” she whispers. “Where will you land?” Her hand trembles. She rests it on her knee as if she’s trying to stop the trembling, but it doesn’t work. “Who did this? What will happen next?”
