Page 4 of Daddy's Sinful Baby Girl

“Yes. They’re on the way.”

Simon gritted his teeth when he realized the man was drunk. He’d let the officials deal with him.

“Do you know how many are in the car?” Simon asked.

“I think just one little woman.” The man wiped the sweat off his face. “My wife isn’t going to forgive me this time.”

Simon wanted to answer, but he was just worried about the woman. “I’m headed down to see what can be done and to see if she’s okay. If she’s dead, you’ll go away for a while.”

The older man started crying but nodded.

Simon was careful going down the side of the hill because if he made one wrong move, he’d fall. He surveyed the woman when he got to her and sighed in relief when he saw her chest move.

It concerned him when it took several tries to wake her, and when he did, her words were soft and slurred. He started hearing sirens and men up at the top. The car moved, making his heartbeat gallop in his chest.

“You need to secure the car now,” Simon bellowed. When he saw men start down toward them, he gripped her wrist and took her pulse.

“You’re so warm,” she said.

He didn’t like the sound of that and barked at the men to hurry.

It seemed to take forever to get her into the ambulance. He thought he’d be relieved, but with the light, he saw how much blood there was and more of her injuries.

He sat off to the side, out of the way, but watched the expression on his friend Tony’s face. He looked worried but not alarmed. He would never get the picture out of his mind, of her in that wreckage with blood all over. The fact thatit took a lot to get her hand to release the wheel told him how terrified she was. It made his anger toward the drunk worse.

He kept his hand on her until they reached the hospital. The doors were thrown open, and several medical professionals stood by to help. Simon stayed back until everyone was out, and they were wheeling her into the ER.

He walked in and stood out of the way but was able to see the nurses and doctors strip the woman and look for her injuries.

He heard her scream. “Simon!”

Simon stepped forward. “That’s me.”

One of the nurses pointed to where he could stand. He would be able to touch her but not be in the way.

“Shhh, Casey. It’s Simon. I’m right here.” He laid his hand on her shoulder again. He was pleased when she immediately calmed down.

“Sir, we’re going to sedate her. We want her comfortable when we stitch her up.”

He looked at the doctor. “I understand. I don’t want her to feel anything.”

He bent down beside her ear. “Baby, they want you to rest.”

“Why?”

“They want to wipe off the blood, and they don’t want you to be in pain. That’s okay, right?”

“Yes. As long as you’re here.”

“I won’t leave.”

“I’m sorry I’m bothering you,” she whispered. “You can go if you need to.”

“I don’t need to be anywhere, Baby. Go to sleep.”

“I just don’t…”

Simon sighed in relief when she fell asleep. He’d seen some awful things in his life. Being a cop forthe first decade of his life, he’d witnessed a lot. It had been part of the job. Now that he and his friend Trent opened their own private investigating business, he still observed a lot, but not nearly as much as when they were on the street.

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