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“Uh…” Amanda’s face pinked. “I think I’ll manage.”
Gene then opened the medicine cabinet and found the Tylenol bottle. He handed her a dose and filled a glass he found at the side of the sink.
He pointed to her head. “That should help with the pain.”
“Thanks.” She didn’t argue and just took the meds.
“Need me to fetch you something before you get in?”
Gene gestured to the filling bath. The blush on her face deepened for some reason as she stared at the bubbles in the tub.
“I…”
“You asked me to help, Amanda,” he teased. “Don’t start getting bashful on me.”
Amanda gave him a side eye. “What? You’re gonna scrub my back, too?”
“If you can’t reach your back and need help washing…”
“Just get out.” She scoffed. “I’ll manage.”
Gene lifted his hands in a peaceful gesture and left her to her privacy. She still had a bit of that fight left. The bath would help calm her and maybe make sleep easier to come.
After a quick cleanup at her kitchen, Gene led Amanda’s dog, who was following him with interest, to the back door. He probably wondered who the hell this guy at his house was. While he waited for Loki to sniff around in the small, enclosed backyard, he made a call to his parents, who were probably worried by now.
His mother, Martha, picked up on the second ring. “Hello?”
“Hey, Mom.”
“Gene! We were expecting you for dinner,” Mom said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. There was an accident on Browns Bridge Road.”
“Is anyone hurt?” Mom asked, sounding surprised.
“It was a single-car incident. The driver has a minor head injury, but she’s doing okay.”
“That’s good to hear.” Mom paused. Gene could hear the gear in her brain turning. “Wait. How do you know so much?”
“I was on the scene, helping.”
“Of course you were.” Gene could hear the smile in her voice, if that was possible.
“Are you almost here? Where are you now?”
“I can’t get home tonight.”
“Why?”
“I’m at the injured driver’s house. Long story short, she refused to go to the hospital, so I’m here monitoring her for the night.”
“Gene, are you sure that’s wise?” Mom asked.
“I’m worried about her head and she has no-one else to help her tonight.”
“Who is it? Maybe I know her.”
“She remembered me from high school. Amanda Garner.”
