Old Flames Never Die (Valentine Mystery) by Harte Jenna

Author:Harte, Jenna [Harte, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Moxie Vie
Published: 2012-12-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

I'm not dead, was Tess’ first thought when her car came to a stop in a field. Somehow the car had landed upright and she was still strapped into her seatbelt. She thought she was turned around and now facing the direction she'd been driving, but couldn't be sure, because the spider web cracks in her windows made it impossible to see out. She started to relax, but then remembered the truck. Her head snapped up, causing every muscle in her body to scream. But it didn't matter. She didn't want to be sitting in her car if the person in the truck was coming back.

She heard yelling and turned to look out the passenger side window. The distorted image of a man ran toward her. Oh God, she thought as she frantically worked to get her seatbelt unclasped. It was no use. It was jammed and the man was too close.

“Jesus, are you alright…wow!”

“No, no, no…” Tess could hear herself chant as she yanked and pulled on the belt.

“Don't move— you might make it worse. I've called nine one one— just sit tight.”

It finally sank in that the man wasn't a would-be murderer, but a Good Samaritan.

“Are you hurt? Stupid…of course you're hurt. But I mean your neck and back...how do they feel? You should just sit still,” he rambled, as he yanked her car door open.

She took a deep breath that hurt like hell and then simply sat. “I think I'm okay.”

“It was the truck, wasn't it? It damn near drove me off the road too.”

“Did you see it? The person? The plate?”

“Are you kidding? It was going way too fast. I've never seen a vehicle move that fast outside of NASCAR.” She got her first good look at the man and thought he looked like the farmer in Grant Wood's American Gothic. Except her would-be hero looked panicked, not stern.

“You know on the outside, you look pretty good,” the man said. “You've got a little cut on your forehead. I guess airbags really do make a difference.”

She supposed she should be glad she looked good on the outside. The inside didn't feel so great, but she decided she was lucky it wasn't worse. In the distance, Tess could hear the sirens.

“Look, look. Here is the rescue squad.”

“Thank you for helping me,” Tess managed. But the man had already moved away so that paramedics could treat her.

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