Genevieve looked down at herself, confusion flickering across her face. He'd called her dumb earlier, but who was the real idiot here? Between saving a life and covering up—especially when she wasn't actually naked, wasn't the sensible choice obvious?
She exhaled slowly, willing herself not to waver under the weight of his irritation. Right now, all that mattered was making sure he didn't bleed out. She could deal with her own discomfort later.
She owed herself that much; no more deaths on her watch. Not from gunshots, not from recklessness, and especially not that of someone who'd gotten hurt trying to protect her.
So even as her skin prickled under his heated stare, she tightened the makeshift bandage and forced herself to focus. She'd think about everything else before the backup men he sent for arrived.
"Mi guarderai come se quello che ho appena detto non avesse senso?" he asked in gruff Italian, showing just how serious he was with the question.
