"Oh really?" She grinned at him then touched gentle fingers to his cheek, just below the bruising eye. "I don't have a shiner at least." Still, she had no idea what she'd caught in the ribs. A chair maybe?

Eh, whatever.

She kicked her own shoes off and curled on her good side beside him, head resting on Bill's shoulder in lieu of a pillow. "I warn you, I wiggle at night. And sometimes I have bad dreams."