Chapter 13
Jesus his head hurt. And his neck and back. Luke tried to roll to his side and fell back with a groan as pain throbbed in his head. The floor probably explained why his back hurt so much.
He blinked open his eyes and stared up at the wooden door.
“You’re awake. Good.”
He turned his head enough to see Rowan walking across the cabin toward him with a mug.
“What happened?”
“No idea. You knocked on the door. I opened it. You fell to the floor bleeding from a cut on your head.”
Rain. Sliding. Tree. Airbag.
“I slid off the road into a tree.”
“Hmm.” She handed him the mug and he smelled some kind of tea.
“Hmm? I tell you I slid into a tree and that’s your response?”
“Here. Tylenol.” She placed two tablets in his palm when he held out his hand. “I have more to say, but I’m waiting until you’re not naked on the floor to ask them.”
He lifted the blanket that covered him and stared down his torso. “Where are my clothes?”
“No idea. You were only wearing your underwear when you showed up.”
“What?” He looked up sharply, sending shoot pain into this head. “Ow.”
She stared down at him with a sardonic smile. “Serves you right. Your clothes are hanging in the bathroom. With a possible concussion already, I didn’t want to add pneumonia to the list of things I had to worry about so I took your clothes off and wrapped you in a couple of blankets.”
He pushed up with a groan. “If I’d known you wanted me out of my clothes, I’d have shown up sooner.” His head throbbed and he felt around the worst of the pain.
“I don’t want youinyour clothes. Quit poking at it or you’re going to rip it open again.” She walked back toward the small kitchen as he stood.
“Did you stitch it?” He wasn’t sure how he felt about her coming at him with a sharp object. The cold hit him when the blanket slipped and he wrapped it tighter around his shoulders.
“No, I found surgical glue in the first aid kit so I glued it shut and put a bandage over it.” She turned sharply and leaned against the sink, crossing her arms over her chest.
Uh oh. He recognized that look. Rowan was gearing up for an argument.
“How did you know where to find me?”
“Uh…a little birdie told me?”
“Really? You had hours to come up with a plausible reason and the best you have is a birdie told you? Let me guess—that little birdie’s name is Maria?”
“Don’t be mad. She said she had—”
“One of her feelings.” She pressed her lips together. “I wish she’d just get antacids. Why are you here, Luke?”
“I realized I may not have handled things all that well earlier today.”
“You think? You interrupted my wedding. I was getting married!”
“To a guy that couldn’t be bothered to fight for you. He walked away. What kind of man does that?”
Her eyes closed to slits and she glared at him. “I don’t know, Luke. I remember you doing something similar, so you tell me.”
