CHAPTER 26

"What?" 

Poppy began pacing the room. "You went to work? You really did?" 

"Is that why you called? I'm going to hang up on you now—" 

"I dare you, Mr. Winslow!" 

"Oh?" A pause. "Poppy, you work for me, not the other way around." 

"I do not care!" she snapped at him. "What is your problem? Do you just like hurting yourself?" 

"And how do you mean?" 

She breathed in deeply, controlling the frustration building up her spine. "You're wounded, Xavian. You were shot like two days ago. Listen, I know you're strong, tough, whatever it is, but you were shot. You can't be moving around just yet, gosh, not even in a week. You're making things worse, you're going to open that wound and—" 

"I'm fine."