Page 6 of Wreck Me
She was far from being in the market for a man of any sort right now. But she was still a flesh and blood woman, and his looks alone would tempt a saint. Add in the fact that he was in the business of protecting others. She wondered how he was still single.
Yeah, she’d checked the all-important ring finger.
She leaned on him because she really had no choice. Her feet acted like they were encased in cinder blocks and her legs were jellylike. At that moment, she totally understood how a new foal felt trying to gain their footing after being thrust into the world.
When Aidan opened the front door, warmth greeted them, along with the slightest bite of antiseptic in the air. He guided her toward the door to her left, opening it and helping her through.
Megan frowned. While she may have liked being tucked up against the broad chest of the hot man in uniform, the damsel in distress vibe wasn’t her. At the same time, her head felt like it was going to roll off her shoulders at any given moment.
The waiting room was comfy and inviting with its plush chairs and small loveseats, and luckily, empty. He guided her to the nearest chair, and she sank down onto it with a small sigh.
Why did everything take such an effort?
And how the hell was she going to pay for this? She didn’t have health insurance anymore and her funds were limited. Just thinking about how she was going to deal with the car made her head pound harder and her stomach turn.
The frosted glass partition closing off the office staff from the waiting room opened. “Well, hey there, Aidan. I wasn’t expecting you today. Did you have an appointment for something?”
“Hey, Wilma. No, I’m not here for me. I’ve got an accident victim. I think she’s got a concussion. Definitely has a gash that’ll need some stitches.”
An older woman peered around the glass, using a pencil to scratch her head. “Oh, goodness. Well, let me get Doc and we’ll get her right in.”
“Thanks, Wilma.”
“Sure thing, hon.” She and the pencil disappeared back behind the glass.
Aidan walked back over to her and squatted down on his haunches. He turned his baseball cap around so it sat backwards on his head. “Need a bucket or anything? Cold cloth?”
Those blue eyes were like looking at the bright blue sky. They stood out against his tanned skin and dark stubble. Good God, he really was gorgeous. It was a surreal sort of thing for her. And she’d been around her fair share of celebrities working high-end bars in Nashville. Being around the rich and beautiful didn’t really faze her anymore.
But this guy? There had been some extra effort put into the looks department of this one. He was a little on the serious side, but that was probably an occupational hazard. She had to admit though, if she was going to have a car accident and knock the hell out of her head, she couldn’t ask for a better chaperone.
“I’m just peachy keen, officer. Sorry, deputy.” Her words had a sarcastic edge to them when a slice of pain ran through her head. Damn it, she hated when inner bitch came out to play, even for a second. “Again, I’m sorry. Headaches always make me…”
“Bitchy?” Aidan supplied with a grin that made her panties want to spontaneously combust.
She smiled back. “I call her my inner bitch.”
“You mean you didn’t name her after aKill Billcharacter like your car? I think Elle would be fitting.”
Megan nearly swooned. “That sounded suspiciously like a joke.”
He smiled, and Megan couldn’t tell if the turning in her gut was the concussion—she had to agree with deputy hottie on that—or the fact that the man had a smile that was a lethal weapon.
“Well, just relax. Doc will get you squared away.”
“You don’t have to stay. I’m sure you’ve got more crime to fight. Or accidents to tend to.”
“It’s fine. I’m not the only deputy on duty. We have a whole department, you know.” His lips twitched in a smile.
“Hey, you made another joke. You’re on fire.”
“I can be a funny guy.”
“Whatever you say, Deputy Reynolds.”
He stood and crossed his arms over his chest, looking out the window behind her.
She lifted a brow, her gaze raking over him. Holy hell, he really was tall. Standing there, legs hip width apart, his jaw set, the protective vibe came off of him in waves. Whatever woman ended up with this man was going to be the luckiest bitch on the planet.
