In Love, Never Say Never

I could not explain that either. “It started after I saw the pregnant woman just now. I guess it must be a repercussion of what happened the last time.”

After a brief pause, I regarded him. “What are you doing here?”

Rebecca came over to us. It had only been a few days since, but she looked visibly sallow and seemed to have lost considerable weight.

Ashton was calm. “I was sending her to the hospital when I lost focus and ran into someone.”

There may be more to this than what he described, as he had always been a cautious driver. It was unlikely that the cause had been a loss of concentration on his part.

I glanced over to Rebecca’s pale facade and puffy eyes.

They were filled with hatred and resentment. Did I somehow offend her again lately?

A siren filled the air as the ambulance approached. Ashton ran his fingers through his own hair and swept it behind his ears before he whispered, “Don’t worry about it. Wait for me at home. I’ll be back when this is settled, alright?”

I nodded in acknowledgement.

It was a matter of life and death that he should see to it without delay.

As I watched him depart, Rebecca glared at me. “You should have died!”

Those words were as chilling as they were perplexing.

I was seriously baffled as I was certain that I had done nothing recently that might have roused her ire.

the ambulance when it took the pregnant woman away. The disruption was

time to safely make the return trip from the cemetery before dark. This would be particularly risky, as I would be

thought I might as well drive down to the hospital to see how the conceiving

At the hospital.

woman got out of it unscathed. She

the time I got there. Her family was

duty to communicate with her family. Rebecca sustained

Ashton finally found time to sit down. I regarded him silently for some time. “You’ve always been careful at the wheel.

in his gaze which

he said, “Rebecca was arguing with me in the

copper which filled my nostrils brought my attention to a soaked patch against his

you hurt?” I asked as I reached out

his. “I’m fine!” There was a profound look in his

emotions surged to the surface. “Do you think neglecting to take care of your wounds somehow makes you manlier?

surprise by my unexpected outburst, and my glare

remove his coat. That was when I noticed a lengthy cut over his arm. The blood had caked over

close enough to smell the blood, I might not have

distress, he said in a comforting

he was with Rebecca, or because

I knew was that I was mad

brought in to help clean up his wound. He was frosty when his exquisite, limited

ways, the fingers of the youthful nurse trembled at his cold