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“Where are your spare pair of glasses, sweetie?”
Holding up my hand with my broken glasses, I sighed. “These are the spare pair.”
“Damn.”
“Is she okay, Beth?” I heard a man say, walking closer.
God, I wished I could see who saved me. I wanted to thank him properly. Maybe it was time for me to bite the bullet and get that damn surgery. At least I'd be able to see again.
“She’s fine, Scribe. Just shaken up.”
The next thing I knew, someone reached for my hand. I tried hard to focus my eyes, but nothing worked. All I saw was a giant, blurry blob. I could tell the man was huge, blurry as hell, but huge, and he had warm hands.
Turning my hand over, he said, “Beth, one of those fuckers stepped on her hand. It’s really red. Call Claudia.”
“Oh no,” I gasped, taking my hand back. “It’s nothing, really. See?”
Flexing my fingers, then making a fist, I held in the discomfort. I really didn’t want any more drama today. I just wanted to go home and forget this mess ever happened.
“Darlin’, I really think Claudia should look at it. Two of your fingers are swelling up.”
The moment he said darlin’ in that soft, sultry southern accent, something inside me unfurled. My body grew warm and my heart rate picked up. I may not have been able to see hide nor hair of the man before me, but fuck me sideways and twice on Sunday, he had the sexiest voice I’d ever heard.
Gulping, I muttered, “I’ll be okay. It’s probably a sprain.”
“Scribe, how is Henley going to get home? She can’t drive without her glasses,” Beth asked.
“It’s alright, Beth. Dr. Powell keeps spares in his office for me. This isn’t the first time I’ve broken my glasses.”
“I can take her over there,” the man with the sultry voice offered. “I’ve gotta swing by the bowling alley anyway and check on Enigma.”
“Would you, Scribe? That’s sweet of you. I’d offer, but this place is so busy. The new girl isn’t working out, and Jamison is refusing to leave the stockroom.”
“I’ll call the clubhouse and let King know. He will send a few brothers down to help. In the meantime, we need to hurry because Dr. Powell leaves in thirty minutes.”
Helping me to my feet, I whispered, “Thank you.”
With no idea where I was walking, I relied on the man named Scribe to lead me out of the coffee shop. After helping me get in his truck, we were off. Thank goodness Dr. Powell’s office was only around the corner, but with the tourists in full swing, it still took some time getting there.
“Damn,” Scribe cursed. “He closed early.”
“What?” I said, sitting up, looking as if I could see the sign for myself. Too bad I couldn’t even see the tip of my damn nose.
Shit. Maybe I should let Dr. Powell give me LASIK eye surgery. I wouldn’t have to mess with this crap again. That, and life would be a little bit easier. No more wasted money on glasses for one. Hell, I could save up and get myself that new camera and lighting system I’d been wanting.
As it was, I was in trouble.
I couldn’t drive my car, my sister was sick as a dog and without my glasses, I wouldn’t be able to set up for my live streams this weekend, which meant what money I had I would need to ration.
“Sign says closed for the weekend. Be back on Monday.”
“Damn,” I muttered. “I can’t leave my car parked in front of the coffee shop. It will get towed, and I need it for Monday.”
“I can tow your car wherever you need. But how are you going to drive it if you can’t see?”
“I think I have an old pair of glasses at my cabin. Maybe they will work until I can get into town to see Dr. Powell on Monday.”
“Is that safe?”
