Wild Hawk
“I KNEW something was wrong.”
“I’m fine, George,” Kendall said into the phone receiver. While Jason had gone down to use the hotel’s copy machine, she’d called the investigator, after calling the motel to see if anyone had been trying to reach her and being told Alton had tried three times.
“I got worried when I couldn’t reach you. I called Martin at the desk to make sure you were still registered, and he mentioned that a cop had brought you back Saturday.”
“Yes. He was very sweet.”
“I called a buddy of mine at the department. He talked to the investigator that handled the accident, who said you were lucky to be alive, that you came within inches of going over the drop. Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Yes.” Except for the renewed soreness of her body. And a new, vaguely erotic soreness in some places she hadn’t been aware of for a long time.
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