The first thing she smelled was blood. The second thing was her mate, distress wafting off him in waves. “What happened to your hand?” she asked as he shut the door. “It’s nothing. I just need a Band-Aid.” Melinda watched him as he stepped behind the desk and released his palm to reach under the desk for something. A second later, he set a first-aid kit on the metal surface and worked it open with one hand. “A Band-Aid?” she questioned, hoping he was kidding. The cut on his palm would require significantly more attention than that. “Uh, Keegan?” Was he serious? He was grinning when she lifted her gaze to his, the first time she’d seen him less than stiff and aggravated since they’d arrived. “Yeah, it might be worse than that, but it’ll do for now.” The unspoken words “until I can shift” hung in the air. “Well, are you done here? Can you leave for the day?” “Yep.” She watched as Keegan cleaned the cut and indeed grabbed a Band-Aid from the first-aid kit.
