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I’ve got some good physical therapy for you. Any good at fencing?”
Joss almost choked on her mouthful of coffee. She sat up straight in her chair and shook her head. “No, Gus.”
Troy ignored her. “I can fence in my sleep.”
“Gus.” She narrowed her eyes at her father-in-law who could be stubborn as a mule. “He dislocated his elbow. He shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting with his arm. Not to mention it’s going to be in a splint for a couple of weeks.”
“He’s still got his right arm, don’t he?”
“Yeah,” Troy drawled, amusement flattening his vowels even more than usual. “I’ve still got my right arm.”
She glared at Gus. “You want to take on a one-armed fencer?”
“Damien’s got his summer job starting today so I’m losing my sidekick and Cody’s out with his broken leg for another couple of weeks. It’d be handy to have even one extra hand on.”
“I bet I can fence better one-armed than most men can with two.”
There was no bravado to the claim. His expression was sincere and Joss believed him. She didn’t doubt this man could do a crap ton of things better than most men.
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