LITMIR.BIZ

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lunch in one of the paniers over the rear wheels. Then she headed for Fletcher Industries. It felt good to work hard, to pump her legs and exercise her lungs. At top speed she turned off the busy road and into the long driveway that led to the office complex. In the small mirror attached to her helmet, she saw a black sedan turning in behind her. The driveway was narrow and there wasn’t room for her to move over or allow the vehicle to pass. Leaning forward as far as she could, her arms braced against the handlebars, Julie reached maximum speed, forcing her legs to pedal even faster.

      Obviously the sedan’s driver hadn’t seen her. Julie gasped as the black vehicle hit her rear tire. The collision sent her hurtling through the air, arms flailing. Her heart stopped when she realized there was no way to avoid missing a fir tree. A scream froze in her throat. If her head slammed against the tree at this speed, helmet or not, she’d be a goner. The last thought she had before impact was a fervent hope that her father not be the one to identify her body.

      Then she landed.

      It was as though she’d collided with a pile of pillows. Following impact with the tree, she fell on her backside with a solid thump. Too stunned to react, Julie sat there. By any law of nature, she should be badly injured.

      Only, she wasn’t. In fact, she seemed to be unscathed. Surely that was impossible!

      “Are you all right?”

      A pale, shaken Roy Fletcher stood above her. Equally shaken, Julie looked up at him and blinked several times, unable to find her tongue.

      “I should be dead,” she whispered, and thrust out her hand, assuming he’d help her up.

      “You should be arrested for pulling a stunt like that,” he said angrily, ignoring her hand. “Stay put until I can get an ambulance and the police.” He took out his cell phone and started frantically punching numbers.

      He wanted her arrested. Of all the nerve! “Listen here,” she cried, still in a sitting position. “You were the one who ran into me.”

      “You’re insane!” He was shouting now. “Not you,” he said into the tiny cell phone and clicked it off. “I didn’t touch you.” He stared down at her, a puzzled look on his face. “I can’t believe you’re not hurt.”

      “I’m fine … I think.”

      “That was the most idiotic stunt I’ve ever seen. Why did you do it?”

      “Me?” He’d run into her. And here he was yelling at her when the entire accident had been his fault. “Do you honestly think I voluntarily flew through the air and collided with a tree?”

      He shook his head and rubbed his eyes as though to clear his vision. “I don’t know what the hell happened, but I didn’t hit you.”

      “Fine. Whatever. Just help me up.” She extended her arm to him a second time. Unsteady as she felt, she needed the assistance.

      “No!” He raised both hands. “Stay put,” he said again. “You could’ve broken something and don’t know it.”

      “I’d know it,” she muttered. While she admitted to being shaken, she wasn’t about to let him bully her. Although the trip to her feet lacked grace, she was soon upright.

      “Don’t move,” he said. “Wait for the paramedics.”

      “I’m perfectly all right,” she insisted, removing her helmet.

      “You can’t be sure of that. Now do as I say and stay where you are.”

      “Would you kindly be quiet and stop giving me orders?” Disgruntled, she brushed the dirt from her backside. So far, so good. Nothing even ached. She could see no scrapes or bruises.

      Fletcher shook his head again, his expression one of hopelessness. “Are you always this unreasonable?”

      Examining her ten-speed, Julie wanted to weep. It was ruined. “If you didn’t hit me, how did this happen?” Maybe he planned to claim his car hadn’t touched her bike, but she had evidence that said otherwise.

      “If you hit that tree, why aren’t you injured?” he snapped.

      Julie didn’t have an answer for him anymore than he did for her. They stood glaring at each other, both unwilling to back down, when the ambulance, siren blaring, rounded the corner.

      Before she could protest, two paramedics had her sitting down. While Fletcher explained what had happened, Julie, under protest, was placed on a stretcher. “Would someone please listen to me,” she said as she struggled to sit up. “I’m fine. I don’t even have any bruises. I’m not hurt.”

      The taller of the two paramedics picked up her dented helmet. “You hit that tree?” he asked incredulously.

      “I saw it with my own eyes,” Fletcher confirmed.

      “He saw it because he ran into me,” Julie immediately said. He wasn’t an innocent bystander in this accident. He’d caused it.

      “My car didn’t touch her bike.”

      By this time, the police had arrived, and a cruiser pulled up behind the ambulance. Fletcher scowled at her as if to say this was all her fault, but he’d contacted the authorities. She hadn’t wanted to. While the police officer talked to Fletcher, Julie answered the paramedics’ questions. When they suggested she be checked out at the hospital, she refused.

      “Look,” she said, dismissing their concern, “I’m none the worse for wear.” The last thing she wanted was to show up at the hospital in an ambulance when she wasn’t even hurt.

      “You’ll have your own doctor examine you?” the second man asked.

      “I will,” she promised.

      “I’ll see that she does,” Fletcher added.

      The policeman knelt down in front of Fletcher’s sedan. “I don’t see any marks here.”

      Fletcher looked at Julie, his eyes full of suspicion. “I don’t know how to explain what happened, but I swear I didn’t hit you.”

      “Would you stop telling me how innocent you are?” Then it dawned on her that he was afraid she was going to sue him. As a man with deep pockets, he’d be worried about lawsuits.

      “Nope, I don’t see any evidence here at all,” the police officer said, frowning in puzzlement.

      Men always stick together, Julie thought irritably. Well, if that was what the police had decided, so be it.

      “I’ll leave it for you two to settle,” the officer said.

      “Thank you,” Roy told him.

      The paramedics climbed back into their vehicle and drove off, and shortly afterward the police car followed.

      “Look at my bike!” Julie studied the damage to her ten-speed. The entire back wheel was bent and twisted; the frame had buckled beyond repair.

      “I’ll buy you another,” Fletcher said as he loaded her crumpled bike into the trunk of his car.

      “So you are admitting responsibility,” she challenged, hands on her hips.

      “No,” he said in a flat, businesslike tone.

      “You don’t have to worry. I have no intention of suing you.”

      He didn’t respond as he opened the passenger door. “Get in,” he said curtly.

      “Where are you taking me?”

      “To my personal physician.”

      “I said I’m not hurt.”

      “I know what you said. Now are you going to do as I ask, or do I have to put you inside this car myself?”

      Julie could see it was pointless to argue; he was determined to do things his way. “Oh, all right,” she said

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