He suddenly laughed, the very picture of a successful trickster. Roguish as ever, he licked his lips and chewed on the inside of his cheek. "So gullible." He was still smiling. "It's getting late. You should head home."
Erin Lowell was skeptical. Her eyes fell to his abdomen for a moment before she quickly looked away. "Okay."
She packed up the things on the table. He stayed on the sofa, watching her work without saying a word.
Erin Lowell gathered the trash into a bag. She glanced back once in the process and saw that he had lowered his head, his messy hair falling forward. He didn't look well at all.
Zane Jennings reached for his abdomen. He touched his left side, and his fingers came away wet with crimson blood. He quickly hid his hand behind his back and looked up.
After packing everything up, she picked up the medical kit and took a few steps toward the door, only to suddenly turn back around.
