Authors: Joyce Lamb
The driver of the car began to babble. “I couldn’t stop. I didn’t see her. She ran out in front of me.”
“Jonah.”
The name snapped the woman out of her hysteria, and she leaned over her, oblivious to the muddy water soaking her linen slacks. “What? Talk to me, Alex. What can I do?”
“Get Jonah.” Her teeth started to chatter.
The blond woman nodded. “Yes, of course. I’ll get him. Don’t worry.”
“Now. Get him … now.”
“Step aside, people, let us through.”
Paramedics had arrived. Rising, Mitch stepped back, drawing the blond woman up with him. She started to protest, but he said, “Let them do their jobs.”
She wouldn’t back away more than a few steps, her gaze glued to the paramedics as they set their equipment down, removed Mitch’s shielding jacket from Alaina and went to work.
Mitch bent to retrieve his jacket, and between the medical workers, he could see Alaina staring intently at her friend. Her lips moved, formed a word that made his stomach muscles clench, and then her eyes rolled back.
Please.
Table of Contents