“This?” I gestured to my torso. I was in good shape, not that I cared. Functional fitness was where it was at for me. “I go to the gym in less than this.”
“You go to the gym topless?” Clara was horrified.
“No, silly. I wear a sports bra and lycra leggings.”
“Because the leather pants leave so much less to the imagination.”
“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you,” I told Jett.
He laughed. Clara shook her head and turned to look out the window. I tried not to think about how he’d got the shoulder wound. If the bullet had been a little further to the left it could have been fatal.
We could all have been dead right now.