“Cherry,” I yell down. She looks up.
“Get away from there, El. It’s not safe,” she tells me.
“I know. I don’t know how long the ambulance is going to take. How did you get down there?”
“There is a walking trail down the side, over there,” she says pointing me in the right direction.
“I’ll be right down.”
I take off at a sprint, Sue Ellen following behind me. I really wish I had my coat, but now isn’t the time to lament over that. Reaching them, I pull Cherry into a hug. She’s covered in blood.
“Are you hurt?” I ask indicating the blood on her sweater.
“It’s not mine. Hurry El, we have to help him. He’s lost a lot of blood and I can’t tell where it’s all coming from,” she says completely panicked.
“Alright, Cherry. Calm down. We can get him to the hospital faster if we do it ourselves,” I lift the man in a fireman’s carry and begin the climb back up the trail.
“I’ll cancel the ambulance,” Sue Ellen says.
“Who are you?” Cherry asks rather rudely.
“I am Sue Ellen,” she says sweet as pie.
“And?” Cherry continues with her attitude.
“She’s my girl. Lose the fucking sass,” I grunt. I am not a small guy, but this motherfucker on my shoulder is huge, linebacker huge. How the fuck did Cherry drag this guy out of his truck?
“Your girl? When the fuck did you get a girl?”
“This morning,” Sue Ellen and I answer in unison.
“Wow. Okay then,” she says as we reach the road again, finally losing her attitude.
I put the man in the car, and we all climb in and head off in the direction of the hospital.
Once in the car, Cherry goes through the man’s pockets and locates his wallet.
“His name is Wendell Montclair.”
“Wendell Montclair?” I question. “Why does that name sound so familiar?”
“Wendell “Boss Hoss” Montclair,” Sue Ellen says.
“From the football team in Denver?” Cherry asks.
So, I wasn’t too far off with linebacker. Boss Hoss is an Offensive Lineman.
“My guy plays football?” Cherry asks.
“Your guy? Since when?”
“This morning,” she says, that sass back again.
I roll my eyes. She is about to become impossible.
Chapter Five
Sue Ellen
“Thank you for doing this,” Cherry says as we sit in the waiting room. When we got here, she lied like a pro and said Wendell was her husband. I had to give her credit for that one. I’d have done the same damn thing.
“No problem, Cherry.”
“I think there’s something wrong with me,” she admits.
“How so?”
“I think I am going insane. I don’t even know the man, but I am drawn to him. I’ve never heard his voice, but I long to. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Sometimes we can’t explain things like that. It just happens.”
“I mean he could totally hate me when he wakes up.”
“I somehow doubt that,” I say looking at the raven-haired beauty.
“You don’t know. I bet he’s surrounded by beautiful women every day,” she laments. I don’t have an answer for that, but the nurse saves me from having to reply.
“Mrs. Montclair, he’s asking for you,” the older woman says.
“For me?” Cherry asks, putting her hand over her chest.
“Well, he’s asking for the beautiful woman with black hair, so I assumed you, his wife, and he’s just forgetting things right now,” the nurse explains.
“Alright. I’ll be right back, Sue Ellen,” she says standing and walking over to the nurse. I smile to myself.
“Sure. No problem. I’ll be here,” I tell her. Elliott had gone out to the parking lot to call his parents and deal with tow trucks and such while I stayed behind to sit with Cherry, but he’s walking toward me with purpose. Fuck, he’s so hot and he’s mine. I bite my lip to keep from moaning. I remember every single touch, kiss, lick, and suck we shared earlier. My pussy is clenching in remembrance. Is it possible to spontaneously come from a memory? Man, luck was on my side this morning, especially since I was being the worst kind of bitch. I was tired and cranky, but still he saw me. The real me.
He pulls me up into his arms and kisses me right here is Monroe General’s Emergency waiting room.
“Where’s Cherry?”
“He asked for her,” I tell him.
“Really?”
“Yep.”
Eventually, they discharge Wendell, who coincidentally was on his way to Fall Mountain. I help get Wendell checked in, who has refused to leave to Cherry’s side, so much to her brother’s chagrin, they are sharing a room. That’s going to be an interesting couple, I can already tell.
It’s eight at night now, and I am starving, and I’ve still barely slept. I need food, Elliott, and sleep in that order.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and Pixie Jo has a cold only menu today, so I head into the kitchen and make us a couple of sandwiches and potato chips. Elliott grabs some sodas from the fridge, and we head back to my place. All this time he’s been without a coat, so before I eat, I light a fire in the fireplace. Thank God for gas. It’s hot and ready to go in seconds. We eat and watch a Christmas movie that was just starting when I turned the TV on.