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By the time Holly returned to the copilot’s seat, the fiery pain of the fight was burning through her system. As well as the fury. Tom was a mess. And Tim wasn’t exactly going to heal overnight either.
“Sorry to leave you on your own for so long, Jon.” Even lowering herself carefully into the seat caused different body parts to clench or spasm. “It was a hell of a Barney.”
“Barney?”
“Brawl. Dust-up.”
“Oh. You realize that you have more bandages than an entire Tour de France team after a high-speed crash.”
“Feels worse than a slap with a wet fish, I can tell you that much.” She buckled her seatbelt carefully, hissing at the fingernail she’d torn bloody getting out of the chair, but hadn’t noticed during her cleanup.
“The others?”
“Elayne is still out. Thankfully, it’s a military
