Darcangelo winced, gritted his teeth "Want to tell me why ... you're sitting here cuddling me, Hunter?"

"Rossiter says I have to keep you warm. He thinks you're in shock or some shit."
Despite his words and the tone of his voice, there was really worry on Hunter's face.

"Great. Thanks." Darcangelo's head fell back to rest against Hunter's vest, the big guy's strength clearly spent.

A muscle clenched in Hunter's jaw. "Hey, don't mention it--ever.

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