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“You’re not wearing a coat.”
“In the SUV.” He took an exaggerated limping step. “I’ll just go get it. I’m feeling cold after that. Must be the shock.”
Oh dear lord. She hoped this guy was better at fighting than he was at acting.
A small horn honk brought her head around. A woman had her head sticking out the window. “Do you need help?”
“No,” Alexia said at once.
The woman’s gaze shifted to Tripp, who was making a show of limping his way to the SUV. “What about him?”
“He’s fine.” Alexia even managed a smile to punctuate her claim.
The woman darted a look at Tripp’s retreating back. Oh great—now he was hunched over like Quasimodo and dragging one leg behind him.
Alexia peered closer. Was that even the side she’d hit him on?
She swung back to the concerned woman. “You know men. They get a little bruise and they’re dying.”
The woman broke into a smile. “Oh yeah. My husband’s the same way. He had the man-flu last year. He dragged that one out forweeks.”
Alexia bobbed her head in agreement. While she didn’t even have a man in her life, almost every woman could agree on this phenomenon.
The woman stabbed her finger in Tripp’s direction. “Good luck. He seems to be really milking that leg injury.”
Sure enough, he was going all out with the act.
But…what if it wasn’t an act? Alexia’s stomach sank. Had she really injured him? After all, shedidhit him with the car, and while she hadn’t been going fast at all, cars were big and heavy compared to a human, even one as jacked with muscle as Bryson Tripp.
He’d also fallen on the pavement. The icy, unyielding pavement. That couldn’t have felt good.
With a wave goodbye to the driver, Alexia got in her idling car and drove around to where Bryson was limping. She tailed behind him like a flag car all the way to the end of the row where his SUV was parked.
Her stare locked on those broad shoulders that heaved with each step. His bowed spine looked to be stacked with muscle. Her gaze dropped.
That ass.
Even dragging one leg, she could tell his buns were hard steel just made for gripping.
Uhhh. No.
She rolled behind him, making sure to keep enough distance just in case she slid out of control again, or he decided to dramatically hurl himself in front of her car. When he finally reached the SUV, she pulled into an empty space beside him and got out.
“Can I give you a hand?” she asked him.
He threw her a grimace. “I think you’ve done enough.”
He was definitely faking.
She folded her arms. “My offer stands to come with me to the scene of the crime. I can drive. You know…since you’re incapacitated.”
ChapterThree
Tripp eased slowly into the driver’s seat of his SUV and issued a sigh of relief.God,it felt good to stretch out his legs. After that painstaking limp around the parking lot, he actuallywasfeeling a little stiff.
Was he a dick for faking the injury? No. The woman deserved to feel bad for hitting him.
She stood outside her car, leaning against the side and talking on the phone. When he caught her looking his direction, he forced himself to wince in pain and threw her a small wave.
