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Ben nodded and went to the kitchen sink. He came back to her and applied some kind of paste to her sting, then blotted her welts.
"Why don't you go lie down, I'll get the doctor out here to look at you."
Savannah shook her head. "If my car is ready, I'm leaving. I'm not so sure about this town of yours Sheriff. It doesn't seem all that peaceful to me."
"You're in no shape to drive now." He instructed as though he knew best. "Besides, I'm still checking your information out. And there's still a little matter of a license."
Mrs. Johnson came in and saw the welts immediately. "Oh my, you should lie down, dear. You're breaking out all over."
"But ..."
Seeing Ben's adamant expression, she didn't argue. She let Mrs. Johnson take care of her, waiting on her like a baby.
Ben called the doctor and went to look in on her again.
"The doc will be right out." he informed her.
Savannah was lying on the bed again, and when he came to sit on the side beside her, she nearly jumped up.
"I'm terribly sorry about this, Sheriff." Savannah began then realizing what he said stopped. "Right out? Are you kidding? Your doctor makes house calls?"
"Only to the very young and old, but if it's an emergency, Doc Peters will show up, for sure."
"I can't believe it. House calls. No one makes house calls these days. Oh, I must look awful. I feel it. I'm so sorry, Sheriff."
"It's Ben, remember? And it can't be helped. Are you in any pain?" His concern was genuine. He inspected her welts.
"No, not really, I just itch like crazy." She began to scratch, and he gently reached to take her nails away from the lumps forming on her arms.
"I'll get the calamine lotion."
"Oh please, don't bother."
"No bother at all, Savannah."
He went into the hall and came back with a pink bottle and some cotton balls. He began dabbing pink blotches all over her face and arms.
"Have you ever broken out like this before?" he asked.
"No," she muttered miserably. "But I've never been stung before that I know of either."
She turned away, and he knew that tears were only a few seconds away. Unable to cope with that, he pulled her chin around and stared into her eyes. "Hey, it's not all that bad. We've got a good doctor and he'll fix you up real quick."
"What did you put on me, in the kitchen?"
"Soda, to take the sting out of it."
She smiled a little. "It worked."
"Good." He smiled back and that's when their eyes met. Ben bent his head, his eyes still on hers, and their lips were mere inches away when Mrs. Johnson ca
me into the room with a cool wet washcloth for her. Ben jumped up as though he'd been caught doing something horrible.
"This should help the welts some. Oh, I declare, looks like Ben's already found the lotion." she said and after glancing at him, she left again, as quickly as she had entered.
Ben paced, wondering why he had this uncontrollable urge to hold her. He had to detach himself from this little gal. She wasn't as helpless as he feared, and she wasn't going to be hanging around here long. But instead he moved away and walked toward the door.
"We'll have you fixed up in no time. I called a tow truck for your car and talked to the garage mechanic. He said he'll have to special order the part for the radiator. He doesn't get many BMWS out here."
