Page 3 of Wreck Me
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ve got Charley here to keep me company.” She leaned over and gave his sister’s shoulder a friendly bump and tried to smile, but it ended up morphing into a frown that marred her lips and caused a crease between her big hazel eyes.
“Insurance and registration in your car?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve got a tow truck on the way. Anything you need to get out of it?”
Megan rubbed her temples. “Yeah. Everything.” She dropped her hands and looked over at her car. “I was headed to Florida to see my brother. So all my luggage, my purse.”
She looked so dejected that he wished he could pull the car apart and fix it for her. But there wasn’t a whole lot he could do about any of it. Other than find out what happened and get the scene moving along.
Aidan made notes and drawings of the accident, writing up each party’s account of the accident and his determination. He wrote out a couple of tickets for Ashley—her father stood next to her, stoic, when he handed them over to her. Ashley’s car was still mobile and soon they drove away.
He was glad he wouldn’t be in that household tonight.
When the tow truck showed up, he chatted with the driver a minute and then retrieved Megan’s luggage and personal items, putting the stuff in the back of his SUV. She had a couple of suitcases and overnight bags, a toiletry bag, a laptop bag, and an unlabeled box. He glanced over to where she sat with Charley.
How long was she visiting her brother? Why didn’t she just fly? The address on her license was in Nashville. He didn’t know where in Florida her brother lived, but judging by the fact that she landed in Madison Ridge, she wasn’t headed to the Panhandle. Anywhere else in the Sunshine State was not a quick trip.
He shook his head as though to rid himself of the thoughts. It wasn’t any of his business as to what Megan Gentry was doing. All he needed to do was his job and that was to wrap up this accident scene, drop her wherever she found a place to stay, and head back to the station.
While the tow truck hooked up Megan’s car, Aidan walked back over to her and Charley. He studied Megan’s face, not liking what he saw.
“You really should let me call an ambulance. Or take you to the clinic. You look a little green around the gills. And you need to get that gash looked at.”
“I’m a little nauseous, but it’ll pass. Oh…the world is tilting,” Megan said, her voice slurring slightly. She held her arms out as though trying to find her balance, even though she was sitting down.
Aidan moved forward and wrapped one arm around her back and the other underneath her knees. “Okay, time for the doctor.”
That snapped Megan awake. “What? No. I’m fine. I don’t need a doctor. I swear I’m good.”
He lifted up with her in his arms again—no, it wasn’t an excuse to touch her again—though she made it more difficult to keep ahold of her by squirming in his arms. Charley stood and moved ahead of him to open the passenger side front door. He set Megan gently in the seat, and though she continued to protest, she was starting to lose the fight for consciousness, which was enough in Aidan’s mind to get her over to the clinic.
“I don’t need a doctor. I’m okay. I just need my stuff and some sleep.”
“I’ve got your stuff in my cruiser. But I can’t let you go to sleep. You need to see a doctor.”
She looked over at him, her eyes bright with pain and shadowed with shame. “I can’t afford a doctor.”
He raised an arm and leaned against the doorframe. “Don’t worry about that right now. We’ll figure it out. I know your head hurts, I see it in your eyes. You probably have a concussion, and that cut needs stitches.” He smiled. “And you don’t want me doing the stitches for you. Not on your face. So let’s go to the clinic, okay?”
She rolled her teeth over her full bottom lip and looked out the wide windshield of the SUV.
Something flared in his gut, hot and primal. What the hell was that shit? It wasn’t like she was the first beautiful woman he’d ever come across in his line of work and on duty.
But there was something about this one…
Nope. No way, man. Abort mission. Don’t even think about it.
After several seconds, she whispered, “Okay.”
So much for aborting the mission.
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Concussions and Inner Bitches
Megan’s head throbbed.Damn, she’d really whacked her head hard on the window.
