“What the hell happened?” I growled at the two idiots who’d rushed into the resort’s dining room to inform me Deborah had had an accident. The one fucking time I let her out of my sight in the five days we’d been there something goes wrong. I knew I shouldn’t have let her ski with Kimmy and the other girls.
“We don’t know.”
“What the hell do you mean you don’t know?” I raged, running ahead of the two numbskulls, heading in the direction of the resort’s emergency services cabin. “She better not be seriously injured, or I swear to God—”
I stopped short as we reached the door of the emergency services cabin. Yanking it open, I brushed past the person who’d been trying to exit and urgently looked around. I sighed, somewhat feeling relieved when I saw Deborah sitting up, talking with one of the workers of the resort.
I walked around the chairs that were lined up around the waiting area, to get to the cot where she was sitting.
“What happened?” I demanded as soon as I reached them.
“Robert,” Deborah called, surprised.
I moved to her side, kneeling down. “What happened?”
She gave me an embarrassed smile.
“Deborah tried to bite off more than she could chew.”
I looked to the far side of the cot to see a smiling Kimmy. Her blonde locks were pulled back in a long braid, and her black and blue ski outfit held splotches of dampness from melted snow.
“She tried to take on the bigger slopes.”
I frowned, pinning Kimmy with my gaze. “You were supposed to be watching her.” I’d given Kimmy specific instructions not to let Deborah get in over her head.
“Watching me? I’m not a child. We were having fun,” Deborah insisted.
I returned my gaze to her but didn’t respond. Instead, I let my eyes scan the entirety of Deborah’s body. That was when I saw her injury. Propped up on a few pillows was her right leg, ice packs covering her ankle.
“It’s just a sprain, looks like,” the resort worker stated.
“Are you certified?” I questioned, glaring at him.
His eyes widened as if he was actually shocked that I’d ask his qualifications.
“Robert,” Deborah called, tugging at my arm. “Let him do his job. John, has been very nice to me and my ankle isn’t throbbing in pain any longer so he must be doing something right.”
Reluctantly, I turned back to look at Deborah. “I knew I shouldn’t have left you.”
She tilted her head.
“Now that you’re here, I’m going to head to the cabin to get something to eat. Deb, do you want anything?” Kimmy asked, standing.
Deborah shook her head. “I’m fine. John says I’ll be here another hour or so and then I get go back to the room.”
“I’ll take her back,” I insisted, cutting off whatever Kimmy had been about to say.
Kimmy headed off.
“You were mean to her.”
“She shouldn’t have let you get on slopes you weren’t ready for.”
“She’s not my babysitter, and like I said, we were having fun. I’m just upset I ruined it,” she pouted.
“You didn’t ruin anything,” I reassured.
“The good news is I’ll only have to be laid up for day and a half seeing as how we leave the day after tomorrow.”
