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toward him with her twisting onto her
side. Her knees hung up on the front seats but when she
bucked a little, it moved her lower legs. Slade pulled on
her again. Her head fit through the tight space as she
turned it sideways and then her breasts and back were
squeezed. She realized she was stuck. Her breasts were
hanging her up.
“This wouldn’t be a problem if you didn’t have such
nice boobs,” Slade chuckled. “A flat-chested woman
would have slid right through there.”
Trisha shot him a dirty look as she stared at him.
“Just pull me out! This isn’t comfy.”
“Take a deep breath and exhale all your air. On the
count of three. One. Two. Three.”
Trisha exhaled until her lungs felt as though they
were being crushed inside her chest. Slade pulled her
free. She gasped in a gulp of air as Slade dragged her a
few feet from the SUV.
Slade released her hands before he reached for her
again as she lay on the ground. He grabbed her arms just
above her elbows and slowly helped her to her feet. He
studied her critically before his gaze met hers.
“Can you stand on your own?”
Testing her legs, Trisha nodded. “I’m good.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t say that if you
had a mirror. Stay here and let me see if I can get Mouth
over there free.”
“His left hand is crushed and his wrist is broken,”
Trisha warned. “Try not to touch it or have him put
weight on it.”
Trisha looked down since her knee throbbed and
saw a tear in her slacks. She bent, fought a moment of
dizziness, but it passed. She touched the torn material,
stained with blood. She gripped her pants with her
fingers and pulled the hole bigger. The material splitting
sounded loud to Trisha.
She looked closely at her knee, finding redness and a
small laceration that her fingers probed. It was a little
bloody but it didn’t need stitches. She straightened to
limp around the SUV and knew she would suffer from
deep bruising.
The SUV appeared in really bad shape. She assessed
the crushed side panels and the dented-down roof. The
back of the SUV had taken the worst of it on the crushed
roof. There was a large tear near the front driver’s side
door and the engine compartment in the front corner had
been mangled badly.
She stared at it while Slade opened up the driver’s
door. It looked as though they’d smashed into something
in the front of the SUV on the way down. Trisha’s guess
was a tree, maybe even a few of them from the damage to
the entire front section of the vehicle. It was a miracle
they were all alive.
She turned her head and stared up the mountain. She
couldn’t see the road from where she stood but she could
tell where the SUV had rolled before the debris
disappeared into dense trees. Broken glass, ripped-off
parts of the SUV, and some clothes were scattered in the
path of the crash.
She saw her broken suitcase near a tree. It was
smashed and torn as if someone had taken an ax to it. She
shivered. That could have been her or Slade if either of
them had been thrown from the vehicle.
“No!” Bart screamed.
“Be a man,” Slade snarled at him. “You can’t hang
there all day. On the count of three I’m going to slice
your belt and pull you out. Your ass will fall but I have
your head. One. Two—”
“Don’t,” Bart screamed, sounding panicked.
“Three!”
Slade sliced the belt and dragged a howling Bart out
of the vehicle. Trisha limped the remaining few feet to
the man crying on the ground as Slade released him and
stepped back. The look Slade flashed toward Trisha
showed pure disgust. Slade shook his head, clenched his
teeth, and stormed away.
“You deal with him. I’m going to salvage what we
can. It’s going to be dark soon.”
Trisha lowered to her knees to examine the softly
crying Bart. Sympathy welled inside her for the kid who
was in his early twenties but was acting much younger.
She understood how frightened he had to be. Her
side. Her knees hung up on the front seats but when she
bucked a little, it moved her lower legs. Slade pulled on
her again. Her head fit through the tight space as she
turned it sideways and then her breasts and back were
squeezed. She realized she was stuck. Her breasts were
hanging her up.
“This wouldn’t be a problem if you didn’t have such
nice boobs,” Slade chuckled. “A flat-chested woman
would have slid right through there.”
Trisha shot him a dirty look as she stared at him.
“Just pull me out! This isn’t comfy.”
“Take a deep breath and exhale all your air. On the
count of three. One. Two. Three.”
Trisha exhaled until her lungs felt as though they
were being crushed inside her chest. Slade pulled her
free. She gasped in a gulp of air as Slade dragged her a
few feet from the SUV.
Slade released her hands before he reached for her
again as she lay on the ground. He grabbed her arms just
above her elbows and slowly helped her to her feet. He
studied her critically before his gaze met hers.
“Can you stand on your own?”
Testing her legs, Trisha nodded. “I’m good.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t say that if you
had a mirror. Stay here and let me see if I can get Mouth
over there free.”
“His left hand is crushed and his wrist is broken,”
Trisha warned. “Try not to touch it or have him put
weight on it.”
Trisha looked down since her knee throbbed and
saw a tear in her slacks. She bent, fought a moment of
dizziness, but it passed. She touched the torn material,
stained with blood. She gripped her pants with her
fingers and pulled the hole bigger. The material splitting
sounded loud to Trisha.
She looked closely at her knee, finding redness and a
small laceration that her fingers probed. It was a little
bloody but it didn’t need stitches. She straightened to
limp around the SUV and knew she would suffer from
deep bruising.
The SUV appeared in really bad shape. She assessed
the crushed side panels and the dented-down roof. The
back of the SUV had taken the worst of it on the crushed
roof. There was a large tear near the front driver’s side
door and the engine compartment in the front corner had
been mangled badly.
She stared at it while Slade opened up the driver’s
door. It looked as though they’d smashed into something
in the front of the SUV on the way down. Trisha’s guess
was a tree, maybe even a few of them from the damage to
the entire front section of the vehicle. It was a miracle
they were all alive.
She turned her head and stared up the mountain. She
couldn’t see the road from where she stood but she could
tell where the SUV had rolled before the debris
disappeared into dense trees. Broken glass, ripped-off
parts of the SUV, and some clothes were scattered in the
path of the crash.
She saw her broken suitcase near a tree. It was
smashed and torn as if someone had taken an ax to it. She
shivered. That could have been her or Slade if either of
them had been thrown from the vehicle.
“No!” Bart screamed.
“Be a man,” Slade snarled at him. “You can’t hang
there all day. On the count of three I’m going to slice
your belt and pull you out. Your ass will fall but I have
your head. One. Two—”
“Don’t,” Bart screamed, sounding panicked.
“Three!”
Slade sliced the belt and dragged a howling Bart out
of the vehicle. Trisha limped the remaining few feet to
the man crying on the ground as Slade released him and
stepped back. The look Slade flashed toward Trisha
showed pure disgust. Slade shook his head, clenched his
teeth, and stormed away.
“You deal with him. I’m going to salvage what we
can. It’s going to be dark soon.”
Trisha lowered to her knees to examine the softly
crying Bart. Sympathy welled inside her for the kid who
was in his early twenties but was acting much younger.
She understood how frightened he had to be. Her
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