Even though she'd said the subject was dropped he knew better, watching her intently from where he was standing. There was a light drop in her lips that showed she was trying not to frown, probably due to his lack of wanting to talk about it, she also seemed to get some stiffness to her. Great. Just great. He'd come here to simply relax and hopefully have a good time and now she was in one of those moods that females get into.
Grumbling loudly he reached his hands up and pulled at the top of the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head so that he could ball it in his hands. Right there on the right side of his chest was a large white patch of gauze covering the still healing bullet wound.