Then she pressed her fingertips against the place she said she was hurting, digging her nails into the flesh there.
Harmony frowned, wondering if her adrenaline was interfering with her ability to feel the pain at the moment.
“Okay,” she tried to keep her expression neutral, “let me see what we can do for you.”
Harmony reached to open the driver’s door and felt a snap of pain on her hand.
The female driver inside was glaring at her with wide-angry eyes. “Don’t you fucking touch me, you bitch!”
Harmony blinked at her.
Pilar had been right.
Still, she had to treat the person in front of her. “I need to open the door to examine you.”
The woman huffed and folded her arms across what appeared to be a generous bosom. “Utterly useless.”
Harmony reached for the door again but pulled her hand back as the woman lifted a hand, ready to strike.
“I said don’t touch me! Are you this stupid?”
“Miss, I am sorry, but to treat you, I need to examine you.”
“I’ve got this, partner.”
Harmony heard the helpful words, but the voice wasn’t what she expected.
She turned to look in its direction and saw Crois put a hand on Pilar’s shoulder in a reassuring gesture. “I’ve got this.”
Pilar’s jaw tensed. “Don’t let her hurt Harmony.”
Harmony saw Crois’ expression change as he looked at her. “I won’t.”
His smile made Harmony feel warm all over, but mostly in her chest, around her heart.
When he walked up to the door, he looked down at her, and Harmony found herself struggling to keep her expression neutral.
Her instinct, which was new to her in so many ways, was to smile and let her cheeks warm with a blush, but knowing the kind of woman in the car, she hesitated.
“Miss?” She repeated a little louder. “Please open the door so I can see if you require medical assistance.”
The woman swung her head around and nailed Harmony with a look. “You’re fucking retarded.”
“That’s enough!”
Crois was suddenly at her shoulder and the personality of the woman in the car turned on a dime.
“Well, hello, handsome!”
Harmony could hear a distinct slur in the woman’s voice. Adding that to the overwhelming scent of alcohol coming from her breath, Harmony had no doubt what they were dealing with.
“I’m officer St. Cyr, ma’am.”
Harmony heard Crois’ emphasis on the word ma’am, but it seemed as though the woman was impervious to anything less than a sledgehammer.
“Well, Offfiiisser Sinseer. It’s so nice to meet you.”
Harmony felt how tense Crois was beside her and tried not to take her eyes off of the woman in the car.
