Christmas Like This: A Romantic Comedy (A Love Like This Book 2) by Carina Taylor

Author:Carina Taylor [Taylor, Carina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carina Taylor
Published: 2019-11-14T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Marla

I hit the gas and the car shot forward. It had felt so strange being in Trey’s house. It was different than I’d expected. It was warm and inviting. His fat dog was obviously spoiled and needed a diet.

What was worse was Trey wasn’t even trying to keep up the barrier between us. He was trying to get along this week. He’d stopped arguing with every single idea I suggested. He’d even been supportive of a few.

Then he addressed the elephant in the room.

He said the D word.

How could he? I was finally accepting the fact I would be forever single. I’d realized that my feelings for him weren’t strictly tied with my grief. Instead, they were real. Tangible. And then he had to go and give me hope that maybe we could work it out.

If he was serious about it, I was going to—

CRASH.

My body slammed into the driver’s side door, my airbags deployed, and the sound of shattering glass filled the car.

Then an unearthly silence surrounded me. I couldn’t even scream—the breath completely knocked out of me.

Next thing I knew, my driver’s side door wrenched open and a middle-aged man was looking at me in concern. “Ma’am, ma’am. Are you all right?”

I glanced around and saw the nose of another car pressed into the passenger side of my car. I’d been T-boned.

“Ma’am, the ambulance is on the way. I was driving behind you and saw the whole thing. I called nine-one-one,” the man explained.

“Thank you,” I wheezed.

He leaned down and gently touched my shoulder. “What hurts?”

“I, uh, I’m not sure,” I answered slowly.

“Did you hit your head?”

“I don’t know. It all happened so fast. My whole body slammed into my door.”

The gray-haired gentleman gently touched the side of my face and felt around on my head. “I don’t feel anything except a small bump on the side of your forehead. How does your neck feel?”

“It’s okay, I think.”

He shoved the airbags back down and reached past me to unbuckle my seat belt. He struggled with it for a minute before he finally managed to unbuckle it.

“Sometimes these things get locked up after a wreck.” The air of confidence he portrayed made me want to cry. “Let’s check the scratches on your neck. The seat belt got you pretty good.”

He gently pulled the seat belt away from my neck. “Now I’m going to have you wait right here until the paramedics get here. That was a hard hit. I want to make sure your neck is okay. The seat belt scraped you up, but I don’t think you’ll need stitches.”

I was so embarrassed when tears started to well up in my eyes. I bit my lip, trying to hold them back. I wanted to get out of the car and run. To be trapped in a car. To nearly meet the same fate as my parents. It was too much.

The man knelt down on the asphalt next to my car and grabbed my hand.

“It’s okay, honey. You’ll be just fine.

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