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The urgeto cry was almost overwhelming, but she refused to give in to it. She would let it all out once the stranger was safely at the hospital receiving treatment for his injuries, but right now she needed to focus all of her energy on getting them out of thispredicament.
She couldn’t help but notice that the weight of him on top of her wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but she didn’t have the luxury of time to be able to focus on that. As she was trying to decide if gently rolling him off her would risk injuring him further, she realized his breathing hadhitched.
She didn’t have to wonder for long if he was awake. He shifted slightly and she gasped in surprise when she felt the firmness in his pants pressing into her upperthigh.
“At leastthatisn’t broken,” he mumbled near her ear, making the tiny hairs along the back of her neck stand at attention as a thrilling chill raced down herback.
His apparently ever-present sense of humor helped to diffuse the impossibly awkward situation. She couldn’t help but giggle at theirpredicament.
He called her out on it by saying, “I’m glad YOU find it funny,” but he started chucklingtoo.
Coming up with a plan of action, he said, “I’m going to roll off you, trying not to break anything else in the process.” She cringed at the word ‘else,’ but he didn’t seem to notice. “I don’t think I can stand, but if you will help me sit up, we can both give a big heave and get me into the car’sseat.”
She wasn’t at all sure about ‘heaving’ him into the car, but she didn’t want to take the time to retrieve her phone and call for help when they were this close. Besides, she was happy that he was awake and able to make a plan, instead of relying on her own wits, which always felt numbed during anemergency.
With much grunting, groaning, and a couple of major heaves, they got him settled into the passenger side of the car. She ran around to the driver’s side and squealed the tires racing away to get him tohelp.
He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as she drove. His breathing was heavy as if the effort of getting from his horizontal position into the car’s seat had really taxed hisenergy.
There wasn’t any traffic this early in the morning, so she drove a little faster than she would have under normal circumstances. If the police pulled her over, she could explain the situation, and they would probably give her an escort to the hospital before promptly arresting her for recklessdriving.
She bit her lower lip, wondering if that were really a possibility. Would she go to jail for her careless moment this morning? Would the man sitting next to her sue her and cause her to lose the bakery she had spent her life building into a viablebusiness?
It didn’t matter at this point. Her course was already set. She would just have to deal with whatever consequences arose from it. She glanced over at the dark-haired, handsome man sitting beside her and said a silent prayer that he wouldn’t suffer any long-terminjuries.
The headlights at the stop sign up ahead indicated there was another car on the road. It was the first she had seen since leaving her home that morning. The other car was stopped, and she was on a main road that didn’t have to stop, but something in her gut had her slowing downslightly.
Sure enough, as she approached, the car pulled out directly in front of her. She slammed on her brakes, her hand automatically going out to brace the stranger from flying into the dash. He hadn’t bothered with a seatbelt, so she did her best to become his safetyguard.
Hearing the tires squeal, her whole body tensed as she braced forimpact.
