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He gives a courteous chuckle, then steps back, giving the deputy room to talk to me.

“Evening.Can you tell me what happened?Are you up to that?”

“Yeah.”

He glances at Trudy.“Is that okay?”

“Her vitals are stable.But only a few minutes.”She walks over to Carson.

After I tell the deputy my name, information, and the details of what happened, he peppers me with questions, and I answer as best I can.But it’s getting harder to stay awake, and the pain is making it hard to focus on his words.

Trudy cuts in.“We should probably get her loaded.”

The deputy steps back.“I’ll check in with you tomorrow.”

“Alright.”I pick my head up and look for Carson.When I see him, I say, “Don’t forget to grab my phone and call Rose.Okay?”

“I will.”He waves.“Feel better.”

The paramedics load me in the ambulance, and Trudy climbs in and sits beside me.“No ring, and I made sure he knew where we were taking you.”

Now irritation is distracting me from the pain.Rose lied.There is a completely single ranch hand that she just didn’t mention at all.When I see her, she’s getting a piece of my mind.

Chapter3

Carson

Carson

Igrab Daphne’s phone and purse out of the car, then check with the deputy one last time to make sure he has my info and that I have the correct email address for where to send the footage of the accident.

And once I’m back in the truck, heading to the hospital, I call Dallas.

“Carson, where are you?”

“I witnessed an accident and stopped to help the driver.”

“Is everything okay?Anyone injured?”

“Injured but okay.Are you where you can talk alone?”

Dallas’s tone changes.“Give me a sec.”A door closes, and his end of the line is quiet.“Talk to me.”

“Some guy who was speeding clipped Daphne, and her car rolled.”

“Crap.”

“She’s okay.Talking.Alert.Amazing considering the condition of her car.They are taking her to the hospital because she might have bruised or broken ribs, and her ankle or foot is injured.And they need to check her for internal stuff, but she seemed okay.And she didn’t want Rose to worry.”

“Do you know where they’re taking her?”

“Yeah.I can text you the info.And I have her purse and phone.Should I take it to y’all?”I’m really hoping Dallas says no to that one.

He mumbles on the end of the line, talking to himself in a way that I can’t understand.Finally, he starts speaking words I comprehend.“Could you swing by here and pick up Rose?There are a ton of people here, but I know Rose will want to go up to the hospital.”

“Sure.Good idea.I’ll do that.But if you need me to stay at your house and play host, I can do that too.”Why am I offering an option I hope he doesn’t choose?

His end of the line gets louder.“I’m going to tell Rose you’re coming to pick her up.See you soon.”

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