Her voice had tears in it. Cub’s amusement fell through his lips:
“Sophie!”
She sat bolt up and every curl on her head shook:
“You devil! You....” Her face changed desperately and she fell backward.
“Where? Where was it?” Cub leaned over and demanded.
“In my leg. My left leg....” She sighed.
He threw back the sheet and began examining. His brows had knit heavily. His mouth was inexpressive and controlled.
The girl bit her lips, but when her eyes caught his, she said, flatly:
“Come on. The truth. What is it?”
Cub’s medical cloak lowered. He replied cheerfully: