The Southern Comfort Prequel Trilogy Box Set by Lisa Clark O'Neill

Author:Lisa Clark O'Neill [Clark O'Neill, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-08-23T23:00:00+00:00

THROBBING pain drew Ainsley reluctantly to the surface of sleep, where she hovered for several moments. Her head pounded like a piece of concrete at a jackhammer convention.

What the hell had she done last night? Emptied out a winery?

Winery.

Something about that registered, despite the cotton wool that seemed to wrap both her thoughts and her tongue.

Winery. The old produce stand. Sabrina.

Ainsley forced her eyelids open, stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. She was in Dahlonega, in a hotel, because Sabrina was missing. And Ainsley had been in a car accident last night.

Although not so much an accident, as they’d been purposefully run off the road. If Cal hadn’t…

Cal.

He’d… had he carried her into the hotel last night? Like she was freaking Scarlett O’Hara? Bad enough that she’d been forced to allow him to cart her across the creek, given that her ankle hadn’t wanted to support her, but at least she’d been in full control of her faculties.

Last night she’d… well, she didn’t know what she’d done, exactly. Or said. The pain medication she’d taken made her loopy. She hated not remembering clearly, and she hated even more the idea that he’d taken over, taken charge.

And she’d let him.

A sound to her left distracted her. A sort of… snuffle. Ainsley shifted her eyes to the side, because her neck didn’t want to cooperate without a protest. And there was Cal, sleeping on her loveseat. As if he had every right in the world.

His long, long legs hung over one side, one arm was bunched beneath a pillow, while the other dangled along the floor. He looked horribly uncomfortable, and feeling uncharitable as she was at the moment, Ainsley allowed herself a moment of satisfaction.

The fact that he thought she needed a babysitter was, well, mortifying.

She scowled, which hurt, and then winced, which hurt, too. Everything hurt.

Despite the pain and the irritation, Ainsley couldn’t help but notice that Cal was bare-chested. She would have appreciated the sight a lot more if it weren’t for the angry bruise stretching across his left pectoral.

Which reminded her that he’d been in an accident, too. While looking for clues to Sabrina’s disappearance. He’d ruined his truck, scared his mother’s poor little dog to pieces, incurred a nasty bruise and a bloody nose, and then spent what had to be an uncomfortable night on the loveseat in her room. Because he was trying to be helpful.

Ainsley sighed. It was hard to remain annoyed with his taking over when she thought of it like that.

The knock on the door caused her to sit up with a start. Cal, on the other hand, sat up and pulled a handgun from beneath the love seat, all in one easy, fluid motion.

Their gazes met for one long moment, and then he climbed to his feet with a wince.

“Open up Elias,” came a muffled voice from the other side of the door. “It’s me.”

“Why is Ben looking for you in my room?”

“Because I’m here.”

Ainsley shot him a withering glance, but he was moving toward the door and missed it.

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