"You took a bullet to save those girls," I said as he watched me. A pale Dylan shrugged then flinched at the pain of the movement. "In my head, I would stop the bastards without getting shot. Didn't really work out that way." "Very brave though." Looking pale, Dylan nodded. "I'm sorry I kicked your ass that day. I never really thought of you as a girl." "That's okay," I said reaching for his hand. "I'm sorry I kicked your ass worse and made you look like a girl." Dylan smirked. "And our gentle moment is over."