John ; Matt by Diana Palmer

Author:Diana Palmer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

Leslie cried for what seemed hours. The aspirin didn’t help the leg pain at all. There was no medicine known to man that she could take for her wounded ego. Matt had swept the floor with her, played with her, laughed at her naiveté and made her out to be little better than a prostitute. He was like that emergency room doctor so long ago who’d made her ashamed of her body. It was a pity that her first real desire for a man’s touch had made her an object of contempt to the man himself.

Well, she told herself as she wiped angrily at the tears, she’d never make that mistake again. Matt Caldwell could go right where she’d told him to!

The phone rang and she hesitated to answer it. But it might be Ed. She picked up the receiver.

“We had a good laugh about you,” Carolyn told her outright. “I guess you’ll think twice before you throw yourself at him again! He said you were so easy that you disgusted him…!”

Almost shaking with humiliation, she put the receiver down with a slam and then unplugged the phone. It was so close to what Matt had already said that there was no reason not to believe her. Carolyn’s harsh arrogance was just what she needed to make the miserable evening complete.

* * *

The pain, combined with the humiliation, kept her awake until almost daylight. She missed breakfast, not to mention church, and when she did finally open her eyes, it was to a kind of pain she hadn’t experienced since the night she was shot.

She shifted, wincing, and then moaned as the movement caused another searing wave of discomfort up her leg. The knock on her door barely got through to her. “Come in,” she said in a husky, exhausted tone.

The door opened and there was Matt Caldwell, unshaven and with dark circles under his eyes.

Carolyn’s words came back to haunt her. She grabbed the first thing that came to hand, a plastic bottle of spring water she kept by the bed, and flung it furiously across the room at him. It missed his head, and Ed’s, by a quarter of an inch.

“No, thanks,” Ed said, moving in front of Matt. “I don’t want any water.”

Her face was lined with pain, white with it. She glared at Matt’s hard, angry face with eyes that would have looked perfectly natural over a cocked pistol.

“I couldn’t get you on the phone, and I was worried,” Ed said gently, approaching her side of the double bed she occupied. He noticed the unplugged telephone on her bedside table. “Now I know why I couldn’t get you on the phone.” He studied her drawn face. “How bad is it?”

She could barely breathe. “Bad,” she said huskily, thinking what an understatement that word was.

He took her thick white chenille bathrobe from the chair beside the bed. “Come on. We’re going to drive you to the emergency room. Matt can phone Lou Coltrain and have her meet us there.

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