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She pressed her nails into her thighs. She was wearing a pair of thick pants, but surely she should have felt something?
Her legs.
Grady.
“Little girl, what did I say about hurting yourself.” He grabbed her hands, moving them away from her legs.
“I’m not . . . I’m not hurting myself. I can’t feel anything. Daddy G,” she cried.
“Stop,” he said firmly, taking her face between his warm hands. “Stop. You will not think. You will not worry. You will not panic.”
She wouldn’t? Because she felt like she was doing all three right now.
“Because whatever happens, you are going to be all right. Understand me? You will be fine.”
A sob broke free. “Are you . . . are you . . .”
“I’m fine, sweetheart. Not a scratch on me. I don’t even have whiplash.”
“Promise. Promise. I can’t lose you.”
Understanding filled his face. “I promise, sweetheart. I am fine.” Taking her hand, he held it to his chest.
“Hey! Who the fuck is going to pay to the damage to my car!”
That came from the other woman and it was screeched. Grady’s face grew cold, but he didn’t turn from her. He gave her his full attention. And it was incredible. She soaked it up. She needed it. His calm. His surety.
“I don’t want to move you until the paramedics get here, all right? But I just need you to stay strong a bit longer. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” He wrapped a hand around the base of her throat. It didn’t feel like a threat though. It felt like he was trying to infuse some of his strength into her. And she finally felt like she could breathe.
“Yes.”
“Good girl. You are doing so well. Good things come to good girls, you know.”
That hadn’t been her experience in the past. But with them . . . yeah, good things had come her way.
Along with the bad.
The sound of a siren made her breath hitch. “She’s so mad.”
“Don’t worry about her. She was the one in the wrong and she knows it.”
A police car pulled up and the woman immediately went over to him.
“She doesn’t think it’s her fault.”
“Don’t look at her, Little girl. Eyes on me. That’s it. Everything will be all right.”
She wasn’t sure she believed him. But she wanted to. So she kept her gaze on him.
“Excuse me, sir. I need a word.” It was the policeman.
“Later.”
“Now. This woman claims you hit her.”
“She’s lying. She backed into us.”
“Then I need your account.”
