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The Dead Tree: Accident Prone



Grady wrapped his arm around my waist and half carried me to his pickup. He opened the passenger door and helped me inside. "You okay?"

I shook my head no but said, "Yes."

He laughed. "Hang in there."

As it turns out, I had a pretty nasty gash. Fourteen stitches and some kick ass pain meds later, we were on our way back home. "Thank you," I whispered.

"Let this be a lesson," he said.

I peered sideways at him. "A lesson? For what?"

"I told you, you jinxed yourself when you said you weren't accident-prone, and look what happened."

I rolled my eyes. "Pfft. As if."

He chuckled. "One of these days, you'll trust my superstitious nature."

I lowered my eyes and nodded. "We'll see."

When we returned from town, Grady shut the truck off and jumped out. He hurried around to open my door and help. The warmth of his hand radiated through my tank top when he pressed it against my lower back and guided me toward the front door. "Let's get you inside. I think it's safe to say you can have the rest of the day off, Princess."

The pain meds must have made me loopy, because I would never have said what I said next, had I been in my right frame of mind. "If I'm a princess, then you must be my knight in shining armor."

"Something like that," he said softly.



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Lori L. Clark

Lori L. Clark currently resides in Hazelwood, MO with three rescue dogs. When Lori isn't listening to the voices in her head, waiting for the next creative inspiration to strike, she also loves to read, run, paint pet portraits and save dogs. Email Lori at LLClark.author@gmail.com

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