Page 94 of Property of Bob

“Your face says otherwise,” I grumbled.

“My face says your problem isn’t solved because you drove across a bridge.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Neither do you.”

I opened my mouth, then closed it. Annoyingly, he had a point. I hated when people did that. I pushed my hair away from my face. “Fine. We’ll say my problem is temporarily paused.”

“Better.” He adjusted himself against the headboard, and I saw the flash of discomfort he tried to hide.

“So.” I folded my arms over my chest. “Now you can tell me what’s going on with Skull Island.”

Ash’s expression went blank.

I smiled. “Your turn.”

“No.”

My smile disappeared. “What?”

“That’s enough talking for now.”

I stared at him. “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope.”

“You just spent the last twenty minutes interrogating me.”

“Wasn’t twenty minutes.”

“That isn’t the point,” I insisted.

“My throat hurts.”

My mouth snapped shut.

Ash smiled.

“You asshole.”

“Works every time.”

“You’re using your injury to get out of answering me.”

“Absolutely.”

I narrowed my eyes. “That’s dirty.”

“Never said I fought fair.”

I pointed at him. “You promised you’d tell me.”

“I will.”

“When?”

“Later.”