Page 3 of Daddy's Sinful Baby Girl

The man asked her several questions, which she tried toanswer.

Casey heard so many voices,she couldn’t count them. “Simon, I’m cold.”

“I know, Baby. We have to get you out of the car and up the hill. They’ll get you warm.”

“Okay. Can I go to sleep right now?”

The men said something about making it easier for her.

“Yes, Baby. Rest. I’ll be right here,” Simon said.

“Okay.”

Casey let herself go and then didn’t feel or hear anything until she was in the ambulance because of the sirens.

“Am I that bad that we have to rush?” she asked.

One of the paramedics answered, “You’re stable, but we want you at the hospital just in case you need more help than we can provide.”

“Oh. I understand.” She was quiet for a moment. “Simon? Where’s Simon?”

The paramedic held her down. “Miss, stop moving.”

“Baby, I’m right here,” Simon said.

“Where’s your hand?”

She felt him cupping her shoulder. “Oh, God. You’re so warm.”

“We’ll make sure you get warm, Baby,” Simon said.

“No. You don’t understand. I’m never warm. Am I blind?”

“No. Why would you say that?” Simon asked.

“Because I can’t see. I can’t even open my eyes.”

“It’s because of the blood on your face. Don’t worry. They’ll get you clean.”

“I bled a lot. I didn’t know I had that much blood in me.”

“We’re just about there, Miss.”

“Okay. I need to rest again. Simon, is that okay?”

“Yes. Rest. You’ve had a hard day.”

Chapter Two

Simon’s eyes widened when he came around the curve and saw a crushed truck in the middle of the road and an old man at the edge.

He quickly parked and ran to him. “Sir, what happened?”

“I think I killed the girl,” the old man cried and pointed down the hill at a car that sat on a shallow ledge.

It looked secure at the moment, but he knew a brisk wind could make the car move enough to send it down the ravine.

“Did you call?”

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