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sent him sailing through the windshield, due to the extreme sensitivity of the brakes on the Lincoln, there
was no bark of reproval from him.
By the time she'd completed the drive and was parking at the emergency entrance of the hospital, Toni found herself honestly feeling sorry for the large,silent man beside her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Without thinking, Toni removed the keys from the ignition and handed them to Christian. "You wait here while I get someone with a wheelchair."
"I have a headache, Antonia," he said with a frown. There's nothing wrong with my legs." "Oh, but—" she started, then stopped. Christian already had his door open and was climbing out. Toni hurried around the car to his side and slipped a sus-taining arm around his waist. "Lean your weight on me," she instructed him, a worried frown on her face. And for the first time since before Billy's attack in the goat pen, Toni heard Christian laugh. She threw a startled glance up at him, wondering if he'd suffered more serious damage than she'd first imagined.
Without thinking, she raised her left hand and wiggled it before his face. "Are you having trouble focusing, Christian?"
Oh, my God! she thought frantically.
1 can see it now. "Noted Journalist Sues 96-Year-Old Woman over Goat."
"Can you see my hand?" she asked anxiously, "Count my fingers."
Christian dutifully counted off the wiggling digits beneath his nose, still wearing such a silly grin that Toni was convinced he was fast becoming a basket case. "Does that make you happy?" he asked.
Toni regarded him for several seconds, indecision plainly written in her face. "I suppose so," she murmured, then tightened her arm around his waist and urged him forward. "Let's get you inside so Brent can take a look at you."
Instead of doddering along like someone in his condition was supposed to, Christian looped one long arm across her shoulders and proceeded to the entrance as though they were out for a late evening stroll, Toni was about to point out that there was no need for him to hold her so tightly when Brent appeared at the door.
"Ah . . . here you are." Brent smiled, relieving Toni of her burden. "I was about to head out your way and see if you'd had car trouble."
"Sorry," she said tightly as she moved away from Christian's side, "but we didn't get started as soon as I thought we should."
She introduced the two men, then stood back and watched them disappear down a corridor and into an examining room.
As she waited for Brent to examine Christian, Toni alternated between sitting and pacing. She also tried to push to the back of her mind the memory of Christian's arm around her shoulder and the scent of his after-shave, which still lingered on the sleeve of her jacket.
Don't be silly, she lectured herself as she paced. It's pefectly normal to feel some small attraction for the man, darn it. But don't even let yourself think beyond that point. Just hope that whatever business brought him to Natchez can be completed well ahead ofsched- ule, and that he'll soon be on his way. Sometime later she was standing, staring out the window at the parking lot, when she heard the sound of familiar voices.
She turned and saw Brent and Christian, chatting away like long-lost friends. Toni went forward to meet them, her eyes searching the face of the tall figure beside her cousin for some indication of how severely he was injured. Seeing nothing but pair of lazy blue eyes sweeping her from head to
foot, Toni looked back at Brent.
"Well?
Will he live?" she asked, and was immediately ashamed of how harsh the question sounded. Butdamn it! The supposed patient had no business ogling
If Brent was aware of her nervousness, he didn'tshow it. He clapped Christian on the shoulder andgrimmed. "All this fellow needs is a couple of days'
There is a concussion, but it's very slight. Theshot I gave him might make him a little light-headed,to be sure and see that he's settled for the night before
you leave him. I told
was no bark of reproval from him.
By the time she'd completed the drive and was parking at the emergency entrance of the hospital, Toni found herself honestly feeling sorry for the large,silent man beside her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Without thinking, Toni removed the keys from the ignition and handed them to Christian. "You wait here while I get someone with a wheelchair."
"I have a headache, Antonia," he said with a frown. There's nothing wrong with my legs." "Oh, but—" she started, then stopped. Christian already had his door open and was climbing out. Toni hurried around the car to his side and slipped a sus-taining arm around his waist. "Lean your weight on me," she instructed him, a worried frown on her face. And for the first time since before Billy's attack in the goat pen, Toni heard Christian laugh. She threw a startled glance up at him, wondering if he'd suffered more serious damage than she'd first imagined.
Without thinking, she raised her left hand and wiggled it before his face. "Are you having trouble focusing, Christian?"
Oh, my God! she thought frantically.
1 can see it now. "Noted Journalist Sues 96-Year-Old Woman over Goat."
"Can you see my hand?" she asked anxiously, "Count my fingers."
Christian dutifully counted off the wiggling digits beneath his nose, still wearing such a silly grin that Toni was convinced he was fast becoming a basket case. "Does that make you happy?" he asked.
Toni regarded him for several seconds, indecision plainly written in her face. "I suppose so," she murmured, then tightened her arm around his waist and urged him forward. "Let's get you inside so Brent can take a look at you."
Instead of doddering along like someone in his condition was supposed to, Christian looped one long arm across her shoulders and proceeded to the entrance as though they were out for a late evening stroll, Toni was about to point out that there was no need for him to hold her so tightly when Brent appeared at the door.
"Ah . . . here you are." Brent smiled, relieving Toni of her burden. "I was about to head out your way and see if you'd had car trouble."
"Sorry," she said tightly as she moved away from Christian's side, "but we didn't get started as soon as I thought we should."
She introduced the two men, then stood back and watched them disappear down a corridor and into an examining room.
As she waited for Brent to examine Christian, Toni alternated between sitting and pacing. She also tried to push to the back of her mind the memory of Christian's arm around her shoulder and the scent of his after-shave, which still lingered on the sleeve of her jacket.
Don't be silly, she lectured herself as she paced. It's pefectly normal to feel some small attraction for the man, darn it. But don't even let yourself think beyond that point. Just hope that whatever business brought him to Natchez can be completed well ahead ofsched- ule, and that he'll soon be on his way. Sometime later she was standing, staring out the window at the parking lot, when she heard the sound of familiar voices.
She turned and saw Brent and Christian, chatting away like long-lost friends. Toni went forward to meet them, her eyes searching the face of the tall figure beside her cousin for some indication of how severely he was injured. Seeing nothing but pair of lazy blue eyes sweeping her from head to
foot, Toni looked back at Brent.
"Well?
Will he live?" she asked, and was immediately ashamed of how harsh the question sounded. Butdamn it! The supposed patient had no business ogling
If Brent was aware of her nervousness, he didn'tshow it. He clapped Christian on the shoulder andgrimmed. "All this fellow needs is a couple of days'
There is a concussion, but it's very slight. Theshot I gave him might make him a little light-headed,to be sure and see that he's settled for the night before
you leave him. I told
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