Beth said, trying to scuttle away from him. MacGowan was cursing, yanking off his shirt and t-shirt so that he sat there, his ankles still bound, bare-chested and furious.“Move your hand down so I can look at it.”“I don’t think so.” She kept her hands cradled against her chest. “It’ll stop bleeding in a moment. And if you’re trying to distract me by your magnificent physique you can put your shirt back on. You’re not my type.”They both knew that was lie, but he didn’t call her on it. “I’m going to use my t-shirt for a bandage.”“Now that’s just stupid. Mine is already stained.” Dumb, dumb, dumb, she thought the moment the words were out of her mouth. “You’re right. Now put out your goddamned hands and show me how badly you stabbed yourself. I warned you!”“Yes, you did. I can’t help it if my fingers were numb.” She held out her wrists, looking at the slash across her palm. It looked as if the blood was slowing, though she couldn’t be sure.He cut the rope deftly, and her arms fell apart.
