possibly break through the glass, much as she disliked the idea of exposing the injured driver to a flood of rain. She started around the car to the passenger’s side. Better to break the windshield out on the side farthest from the driver.
Behind her, the driver’s door popped. In a burst of adrenaline, Cassie whirled toward the sound. The dark woods were eerie and she was alone. Her flashlight picked out a man’s hand and wrist on the armrest. A watch glowed green in the darkness right before the arm fell, limp.
Cassie hurried to the door and pulled, but the door had opened as far as it could. Only a few inches. Her fingers fumbled around inside the door and found the locks, popping them.
“Thank You, Lord.”
She yanked the back door open and crawled inside, shivering at the interior warmth and the sudden, wonderful cessation of rain. Rain dripped all over the nice leather interior, but that was the least of her worries.
She shook the broad shoulder in front of her. “Can you hear me?”
He mumbled something.
Cassie shined the flashlight at the side of his face and scrambled over the seat, leaving a trail of water.
The man’s face turned slightly toward her. “What—?”
“Where are you hurt?”
“Hurt?”
He must be addled, concussed or...something. She owned a beauty salon. What did she know about injuries other than sunburn from too much time in the tanning beds?
“Do you think you can walk? I have my car up on the road. I can take you to a doctor.” Dr. Ron, the only physician in Whisper Falls, was accustomed to being awakened in the night for emergencies.
He shook his head. “My leg.”
What about his leg? Was it broken? Crushed? Were bones sticking out? The last, grizzly thought rattled her nerves but bones or not, she was his only help.
Using the flashlight, Cassie started at the top of his head and began a slow perusal of the driver. “I can’t see that well, but let me check you over. I texted for help. I don’t know if I had reception though. The storm.”
He nodded, his jaw tight and lines of pain radiating from his lips all the way into the stretched cords of his neck. His was a manly face with wide, chiseled jawbones and deep-set eyes. She couldn’t tell the color but she could see the pain and confusion. He was addled, no doubt about it.
She’d never been much for facial hair but his suited. A wisp of whiskers above his lip and on his chin. Just a little, just enough to make a woman notice. Not that she was noticing in a situation like this.
“Forgive the intrusion,” she murmured, not sure if he heard or understood, but her vision was limited. His medium-length dark hair could easily conceal a wound. She had no choice but to touch him. “Are you bleeding anywhere?”
Her fingers scanned the back of his head, up and over to the forehead. There. A knot the size of a softball along his left temple. “You’ve hit your head.”
She pulled her fingers back and shined the light on them. No blood. She breathed a sigh of relief. No blood suited her fine.
“My leg,” he said again and attempted a slight shift in the seat.
Cassie aimed the light lower, searching in the dimness. “I can’t see.”
He reached above his head and snapped on the dome light. He wasn’t as addled as she’d thought. She hadn’t thought of that.
Cassie blinked against the brightness. “Thanks.”
“What happened?”
Or maybe he was. “You missed the curve and hit a tree.”
That was the short version.
“My leg. What happened?”
“I can’t tell. I think it might be stuck. Can you move it at all?” Beneath the dash was a crumpled mess of metal and wires. She didn’t want to think about his leg underneath that weight.
“No.”
“Does it hurt?”
He paused as if having to think about the question. “I don’t think so.”
Strange answer. Either it did or it didn’t.
She shined the light in his face. Glazed eyes barely blinked.
Okay, this was not good. The man had a head injury and couldn’t get out of the car. And it was likely her text hadn’t gone through.
Thunder rumbled. Rain kept up a steady swoosh. Flashes of lightning radiated through the night sky.
She did not want to make that trip back up to the road.
“Will you be all right while I go to my car and try to call again? I left my cell up there.” Stupid decision but water and cell phones didn’t mix. She should know. She’d knocked one into the shampoo bowl before and that had cost a pretty penny to replace. “With the storm moving on, I might be able to get through.”
“Yeah.”
As Cassie pulled at the passenger door, an iron grip manacled her wrist. She whipped around.
“What’s your name?”
She stared down at his fingers. For a wounded man, he was strong! “I’m Cassie. What’s yours?”
“What happened?”
There again the hint that he was more injured than he let on.
“You’ve had an accident.” Gently she wiggled her wrist but he held fast. “What’s your name?”
Not a bad idea to know in case he went unconscious again before emergency help arrived. You could never tell about head injuries.
“Monroe.” Did his voice sound slurred? “Heath Monroe.”
It fit him. Masculine. Strong. She tugged against his powerful grip. “You can turn loose now.”
Slowly, he shook his head.
“Cassie.” The way he said it sent a little tremor down her spine. He moistened his lips and swallowed. “Don’t go.”
His fingers went slack. Definitely addled.
“Hang tight, Heath, I’ll be right back. Promise.”
As good as her word, she was back in minutes. This time she’d tucked her cell phone inside a plastic shopping bag and brought it along. Just in case.
By the time she returned, he’d removed his seat belt and was rummaging in the console. The deployed air bag draped over his lap like an enormous melted marshmallow. Maybe that explained his confusion. An air bag packed a wallop.
She slammed the door, grateful to be inside again. The wet cold seeped into her bones.
“I made contact with my brother. He knows the area. He’ll get help and bring them here.”
The man’s head dropped back against the headrest, eyes drifting closed. Whatever he’d been rummaging for was forgotten. He was still as pale as toothpaste. “Good.”
“It could take a while. We’re deep in the woods.”
He rolled his head toward her. Beneath the dome light, his eyes were green like hers, though darker and more intense. The knowledge gave Cassie a funny feeling, as if they were connected somehow. “How far to Whisper Falls?”
Talking seemed to take more effort than it should.
“The town or the waterfall?”
“What?”
He was either addled or a total stranger to the area. “Whisper Falls is both a waterfall and a small town up here in the Ozarks. It’s a long story but basically the town council