Chapter 1 #2
Her fingers dig deep, “Got them.” Dangling the keys in my face, she seems brighter, so I take the chance to set her down gently by the passenger side door but guide her to my knee.
I hold her body close against mine with one hand and press the button for the central locking with the other.
It's either this way or the few people passing get to witness my giant hard-on. Not useful in this situation.
It's a job to get the door open, but once she's safely seated and belted up, I give myself a minute then run back to the woman who is waiting by Cal's bags.
“You're a saint,” I tell her.
“Just make sure she's alright will you, love. It seems as if she's all alone.”
I stop for a sec, her words making me think.
“Yeah,” I nod. “Don't worry, I'll take care of her and thanks again for all your help.” A strange hunger washes over me as I turn away.
It's a need to wrap an armour of warmth and protection around Cal.
“What the hell was that?” I say under my breath before taking in a lung full of sea air and running back over the road.
I drive quickly but carefully to the local A well, most of the time.”
Silence falls between us before I pull away from the lights, then we speak again at exactly the same time. She with, “Thanks again for—.”
Me with “Didn't you go around with—.”
We exchange a weird, nervous laugh between us. “Sorry, you go first,” I say.
“I wanted to thank you again. Not many people would stop to help.” I notice a blush to her pale skin while she pushes a thick strand of her straight hair behind her ear.
“No problem. I couldn't ignore a lady in distress.”
“Now, what were you going to say?” she grins, maybe hoping to avoid any further awkward silence.
“Oh, yeah. I was just thinking about school. Didn't you go around with Angie Laine?”
“Still do,” she smiles. “We've never lost touch, even though we now go to different universities. We will always be friends, no matter what happens. Actually, she's home for the summer too. I can't wait to see her.”
I'm distracted for a second. Calla's long legs—one resting on the other and facing my direction—catch my eye.
From the sight of her high cut shorts, she's not afraid of showing them off.
Calla is as smoking hot as I remember, and despite this being a mission of mercy, our journey might be my only chance to finally ask for her number.
I just don't know how the hell to ask and we're about to turn into the hospital car park.
“A the instinct to shield her overtakes me once again.
I won't leave her here all alone. Not with a head injury which could be serious, plus she seems so vulnerable.
Fuck it. My mind is made up, I'm here until they kick me out or she asks me to leave.
I can rearrange my meeting for another time.
Dani Hill will have to wait a little longer for her answer.