Chapter 71

He closed the door to the bedroom behind him. "Sir?" Scott was just standing in front of him, arms crossed over his chest. "Tell me it wasn't Avi." Mitch shook his head. "Oh, no. It was just me. I dropped the jar of jelly, and then I cut myself on a piece of it when I was cleaning it up." Scott sighed and dropped his arms back to his sides. "Thank God." Mitch frowned and looked Scott in the eye. "How's your shoulder?" Scott tilted his head a little. "That was random." "I was just thinking 'hey, we're both hurt now.' And then I wondered how you were feeling. Is your head okay?" Scott shrugged. "Hurts sometimes, but it's alright." "Ankle?" Scott smiled. "Good as new." "Shoulder? And please don't lie to me." Scott shrugged. "Better than yesterday." Mitch squinted at him. He walked forward and lifted the bottom of Scott's shirt, but Scott's hands grabbed his and held the shirt down. "What are you doing?" Mitch didn't move. "I just want to see how bruised it is." "