Chapter 13

“You okay?” Vince asked once the door was closed behind them.

The question surprised him. “Me? I’m fine. I’m not the one who got himself sliced up out there.”

“Yeah, but you said yourself, you’ve never been caught up in this sort of thing.”

His dressing room was tiny, barely enough space to navigate around Vince without bumping into him, but David did what he could, grabbing a cup to take into the bathroom and fill with water. When he emerged, Vince had taken off his jacket and hung it on the back of the lone chair. Without it, he suddenly seemed even bigger.

“Sit down.” He was glad when Vince complied without arguing. Scooping up a hand towel from the dressing table, he knelt on the floor in front of him, grasping one strong wrist to turn the injury upward. “It all happened so fast,” he said, dipping the towel into the water. “Maybe it just hasn’t sunk in yet.”