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gave a slight moan. As he leaned over her again, her eyelids flickered open.

      “Ma’am, please don’t move. I’m calling an ambulance.” Dale kept his voice soft, trying not to startle her.

      It didn’t work. Jerking her head toward his looming presence, she winced and tried to sit up, but he put out an arm to restrain her.

      “Please, ma’am. You’ve been injured. It would be better if you didn’t move until the EMTs check you out.”

      His soothing tone, meant to calm, seemed to have the opposite effect on her. She stared up at him in the dim light of the cab, blinking as if trying to focus, until all at once fear ignited in her eyes. Fumbling for the door handle on the passenger side, she twisted it open and pushed, scrambling away from him and sliding to the ground with such speed and agility that his mouth dropped open.

      Then she slammed the door in his face.

      It took a second for his brain to kick back into gear, and by the time he recovered enough to back out of the cab and circle the truck, she was clutching a length of board she must have retrieved from the back, holding it like a baseball bat.

      Slowing his approach, Dale assessed the situation. It was obvious the woman was injured. She was using the body of the truck for support and seemed to be having trouble focusing. It was also clear that she was frightened. He had no idea why, but he needed to calm her down.

      “Ma’am, you don’t need to be afraid. I’m a police officer.”

      “I can see that.” Her voice wasn’t quite steady, but her grip on the piece of wood was firm. He had no doubt she’d take a swing at him if he got too close. Had she been drinking? he wondered. But he’d smelled no alcohol, nor seen any evidence of it, in the cab of her truck. Perhaps the bump on her head had muddled her brain. He tried again.

      “Look, you need help. I was getting ready to call an ambulance when you came to. Why don’t you sit in the truck and take it easy until you get some medical attention? I’ll help you.”

      He took a step toward her, and she raised the board. “I don’t need help. Just back off.”

      Pausing, Dale regarded her through narrowed eyes. Her reaction to his presence was weird. And suspicious, considering he was a uniformed police officer. A warning light began to flash in his brain.

      “You’re hurt, and your truck isn’t going anywhere tonight.” He spoke in a slow, deliberate manner. “If you don’t want medical assistance, which I strongly recommend, is there someone I can call who could pick you up?”

      “No.”

      “Can I give you a lift home?”

      “No. I—it’s not far. I can walk.”

      “Ma’am, it’s pitch-dark, and you’re in no condition to walk anywhere.” She was beginning to waver a bit, and it seemed to take every bit of her concentration to maintain focus. “Be reasonable.”

      Instead of responding, she edged toward the back of the truck, continuing to lean against it for support. Dale remained where he was, fists on his hips, brow furrowed. In all his years as a cop, he’d never met with a reaction quite like this. While he’d had accident victims refuse medical attention, he’d never encountered such fear and hostility in a comparable situation. It seeped through her pores, almost tangible in its intensity.

      When she got to the rear bumper, she pushed off and began to back away from him into the darkness. It was starting to rain again, large drops that left big, dark splotches on the blue cotton of her shirt. In another couple of minutes, they’d both be soaked. Whether she liked it or not, he couldn’t let her walk away.

      He took two steps in her direction, watching as terror gripped her features. She raised the piece of wood, but suddenly lost her grip on it and swayed. Dale closed the distance between them in three long strides, just in time to catch her before she went facedown in the mud, looping one arm under her knees. Despite her half-conscious state, she fought him, struggling to escape from his grip, every muscle in her lean body tense.

      “Please, ma’am. Try to relax. I’m not going to hurt you. But you need medical attention. If you don’t want me to call an ambulance, I’ll contact our doctor in Oak Hill. I’m sure he’ll meet us at his office.”

      The rain intensified, and without giving her a chance to respond, he headed toward the patrol car, depositing her in the passenger seat. Leaning close, he stared into her dull, slightly glazed dark brown eyes. “Stay put. I don’t want to have to go chasing after you in this rain. Nor do I want to have to charge you with interfering with the duties of a police officer.” He closed the door, praying the threat he’d pulled out of thin air would work.

      It must have, because she was still sitting there after he retrieved her purse from the floor of the truck, locked the doors of her vehicle and slid into his seat in the patrol car. Either that, or she was too hurt to offer further resistance.

      Handing over her purse, he pulled out his phone and punched in a number, watching her while it rang.

      “Sam? Dale. Listen, sorry to have to ask this, but could you meet me at your office? I’ve got a woman who’s been injured in a car accident and she doesn’t want me to call an ambulance. She was unconscious when I found her, and she has a nasty bump on her temple.” Dale listened for a few moments, answered a couple of questions, then severed the connection.

      As he reached forward to turn the key in the ignition, the woman shrank back as far as possible into the corner of the front seat. She didn’t look at him once during the ten-minute drive. Nor did she speak. And the instant the car came to a stop in front of the medical office, she groped for her door handle.

      “I control the locks,” he told her. “I’ll help you out.”

      As Dale circled the car, he noted Sam’s vehicle parked in front of the building. The town physician must have left as soon as he’d received the call, which didn’t surprise Dale. After two years in Oak Hill, Sam Martin had become a valued member of the community, and his responsiveness was already legendary.

      Once Dale reached her door, he released the locks and pulled it open. She was clutching her shoulder purse against her chest, her expression wary, and she ignored the hand he extended, struggling to stand on her own. He dropped his hand and kept his distance, but stayed close enough to save her from a fall if she started to nosedive again.

      “The office is there.” He nodded over his shoulder. A light over the front door illuminated a sign that said Sam Martin, M.D.

      Edging around Dale, the woman headed toward the door. Close on her heels, he leaned around her and twisted the knob, pushed the door open, then entered behind her.

      A tall, trim man with sandy hair that was brushed with glints of silver at the temples stepped through an inner door. “Hi, Dale.”

      “Sam. Thanks for coming. I haven’t confirmed it yet, but I think your patient’s name is Christine Turner.” At the woman’s startled look, Dale glanced at her. “I ran a license check. Standard procedure. And I’m Dale Lewis, just to make things even. This is Dr. Martin.”

      “We can worry about the introductions later. Right now that bump needs attention.” Sam moved forward and tilted her chin up, scrutinizing the injury.

      Interesting, Dale noted. She didn’t seem frightened of Sam.

      “Any idea how long you were unconscious?” Sam asked her.

      “No. I remember sliding across the road, and the truck spun around. I hit my head on the door window. After the truck stopped, I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned down to pick up my purse from the floor on the passenger side. That’s the last thing I remember until I saw him—” she gave a short jerk of her head in Dale’s direction “—leaning over me.”

      “I don’t think she was out long,” Dale offered. “The engine was still pinging when I arrived. A few minutes, tops.”

      “That’s

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