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I gently picked up her leg. She was bleeding and badly scraped up. I couldn’t see how severe the gash in her leg was, but I could see several splinters that would need to be pulled, and her leg needed to be disinfected and bandaged.
“I guess the wood gave way underneath me,” she said.
I slowly rose my gaze to hers as I rolled her pants leg up.
“Doesn’t shock me,” I said.
I stopped rolling up her pant leg and allowed my hands to rest on her knee. I started pushing her knee cap around, making sure nothing was dislocated or broken. I slowly worked my way down until I got to the top of her bleeding shin, and that was when I saw her flinch.
I found myself curious as to why she was here.
“Do you live around here?” she asked.
Strike one. She wanted to be friendly.
“Down the road,” I said.
“Did you—?”
My eyes slowly rose back up to hers before I moved her leg down to the floor.
Her eyes were still roaming my body, and I had to bite back my smirk. I allowed my eyes to linger on her as she took in her fill, clocking her prominent cleavage. Her stomach was toned, and her waist dipped in before flaring into a pair of thighs that had my tongue begging for a taste. She was a gorgeous woman who was in way over her head with a place like this.
“Did I what?” I asked.
Her eyes snapped back up to mine before her neck flushed with that beautiful pink hue.
“Did you know the woman who used to live here?” she asked.
There was sadness in her eyes as she asked the question. Like she was searching for some kindred spirit to share in her anguish.
Of course, I didn’t fucking know anyone. That was the whole point of moving up here. No people, no women, and no fusses.
“No,” I said. “Can’t say I did.”
She nodded her head and looked away before her eyes gazed down at her leg.
“What exactly were you thinking when you came up here all alone in a place like this?” I asked.
“Sorry?”
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sp; “This place isn’t for someone like you,” I said.
“Someone like me?” she asked. “What does that mean?”
“No offense, but you don’t strike me as the mountain gal type.”
“I’ll have you know I grew up in this home,” she said.
That piqued my interest.
Pushing me away, she got up onto her leg before she yelped. I jumped up and caught her before she hit the floor, cursing her as she went down. She was a stubborn woman, and I had no time for any drama. Hell, I hardly had time for myself.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.
“Getting to my purse,” she said.
