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Cutter nodded, shivering slightly. Noting that, McCoy commented,
“Let’s get you into that bed, so you can warm up.”
“You know, it’s bizarre,” Cutter replied. “My skin still feels like it’s on fire, but inside, I’m freezing.”
“I know.” McCoy pushed open the door. “Go on.”
Cutter stepped into the apartment and stopped. “Uh … hi.”
McCoy followed him in. Cynthia was sitting on the couch, reading the paper. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
“You must be Mike,” she said. At his nod, she continued, “I’m Cynthia. Pleased to meet you.”
“Um … right.”
“Cynthia’s a nurse,” McCoy added, as if inconsequentially. “Come on back.”
Cutter allowed himself to be ushered through the apartment and back to the bedroom, where he collapsed onto the queen-sized bed without even removing McCoy’s coat. Smiling gently, McCoy tucked a quilt around him and withdrew, closing the curtains on his way out.
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