Falling for the Groomsman (9 page)

Chapter Ten

Tyler blinked at her, trying to make sense of her anger. “Not doing what, exactly?”

“Apologizing,” she spat, her eyes slits. “You’re freaking apologizing to me again. What’s next? Are you going to run away with your pants off again?”

He stiffened. “Hell no. I hurt your back, so I said
sorry
. I’m not fucking apologizing for the sex. Now sit your ass down so I can fix it,” Tyler said before heading away from her.

He couldn’t even look at her. She was bleeding because of him. He should have thought of that before he’d taken her up against a tree, damn it. Should have thought of
her
. Tyler headed for the backpack, cursing his stupidity over and over again. He should have known fucking her against a tree wouldn’t be the best of ideas. But Jesus, there hadn’t been much thought involved in it at all. One second they were arguing, and the next she’d asked him to kiss her.

So he had.

He never lost control like that. Never forgot about everything but the pleasure. Except with
her
. He’d lost control with Christine all those years ago, and it had scared the shit out of him. Now? It had happened again. After grabbing the first aid kit, he took a deep breath. He faced her again, his eyes scanning her for signs of pain. But she didn’t look as if she was in pain. She looked pissed.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she snapped. She picked up her shirt and started to turn it the right way out. “I’m not broken or hurt or weak. I’m fine.”

“I never said you were.” He yanked the shirt out of her hand before she could put it on. “But I need to clean those wounds so they don’t get infected.”

“Oh my God.” She threw her hands up. “It’s a sex injury. You don’t have to go all Dr. McDreamy on me, for the love of God.”

His lips quirked. “You can call me that while I fuck you if you want,” he said, his voice heavy despite his amusement. “But we’re not moving on until I treat you.”

She crossed her arms. “Maybe I should call you Dr. McStubborn. Or Dr. McAss.” She pressed her lips together. “Or Dr. McCo—”

He rubbed his jaw. “I think I get the point. I’m a stubborn ass. Now let me look at your back.”

“Yeah? Well…” She lifted her chin. “I’m refusing treatment.”

He stiffened. “I’m refusing your refusal.”

“I’m refusing your refusal of my refusal.”

“I’m refusing—” He broke off and shook his head, looking up at the sky. “You know what? We’re wasting time. Sit
down
.”

“No.” She stomped away, bending down and picking up his shirt as she passed it. She spun on him but didn’t stop walking. “I’m fine and I don’t need you fawning—” Her eyes went wide, and next thing he knew she was gone.

Just…gone.

He sprang into action, bolting toward where she’d just been. He skidded to a halt and looked down the hill. She lay at the bottom of it, not moving. “
Fuck
.”

He made his way down the hill, the branches scratching him as he hurried by. One smacked him right underneath his eye, stinging like a motherfucker, but he ignored it. He made it down the steep hill within ten seconds, and dropped to his knees at her side. “Are you okay?”

She shook her head, her eyes on the sky. “No. I’m
not
okay, Dr. McAss.”

He ignored the insult. “Shit. Let me see.” He brushed her hair off her face gently and leaned in, examining her pupils. For once, her blue eyes didn’t distract him. “Did you hit your head?”

“No.”

He ran his hands over her arms. “Can you move your toes and fingers?”

Her lips twitched. Oh, hell. Was she about to cry? He couldn’t handle her tears. Never could. “Yes, I-I think so.”

“Good, then we don’t have to worry about concussions or paralysis.” He swallowed hard, his heart hammering in his ears. “I’m going to check you for injuries. I promise to be gentle so I don’t—”

“I-I—”

Oh no. She was going to cry. He wrapped his arms around her, his heart thudding in his ears. “Shh. I’m here. Don’t cry. Please. I can’t stand to see you sad.”

She made a weird choking sound, and she burst into hysterical laughter. “Oh. My. God. You should s-s-see your face right now!”

She pealed off into another fit of laughter, clutching her stomach and rolling over onto her side, her knees bent in the fetal position. He let go of her, frowning down at her back. Guess he could rule out any sprains in her knees or her back. He rocked back on his heels and studied her, not sure what to say or think right now. “You find this funny?”

She rolled his way again, looked at him, and laughed even harder, tears streaming down her face. “Y-Yes, I find this funny. I tried to run away and fell down the freaking hill with no shirt on in the
freaking woods
, and you’re acting like…like…” She dissolved into laughter again, but managed to finish off with, “Like I’m dying or something.”

His lips twitched, and son of a bitch if he didn’t start laughing, too. He fell back against a tree, banging his head in the process, and she laughed even harder at that. He did, too. Fuck, he didn’t even know what they were laughing at anymore, but it felt
good
.

He never laughed like this. It wasn’t…him. Or was it? Maybe he’d forgotten who he really was, over the course of the years. He remembered laughing his ass off with her in Mexico, too, those rare times when she’d managed to actually have fun.

By the time they both wound down and could breathe again, the sky was even darker and she was still half dressed, lying in the dirt with an injured back. He stumbled to his feet and held his hand out for her. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and dressed.”

“All right.” She struggled to sit up. “I’m ready. Honestly, I’m fine. You don’t need to worry so much.”

He studied her furrowed brow, knowing she was hurting somewhere even if she wasn’t willing to admit it, and rubbed his aching head. “Just let me check you over real quick anyway. For my own peace of mind.”

She gave a small nod and slid her hand into his. Once she was on her feet, he ran his hands over her body, checking for any contusions or broken bones. When he reached her leg, she stiffened. Going slower, he skimmed his fingers over her left ankle.

“Ow,” she hissed, clenching her teeth tightly at his touch. “That hurt.”

He nodded, squatting in front of her ankle. He squinted in the dim light, but even with more shadows than sun behind him, he could see it was swollen. Already, it had turned a nasty yellowish-greenish shade. He probed it gently, wincing when she cried out.

He reached behind him and grabbed his backpack, and pulled out a thermos of cold water. “We need to get ice on this, and it needs to be elevated.”

She dropped her head back against the tree she rested her weight on. “Crap. Any chance we can find ice in the woods?”

“Not really.” He pressed the cool thermos to her ankle and glanced up at the sky. It would be dark within the hour. Reaching into his pocket, he held his phone up to the sky. No signal. Of fucking course. “Do you have your phone on you?”

“Yeah.”

She reached into her shorts pocket and held it out for him. It took a second for him to confirm what he already suspected. She didn’t have any signal, either. He sighed and handed it back. “Nothing.”

She pinched her lips together when he probed at her ankle again. “Now what?”

“The way I see it, we have two options.”

When he didn’t continue on, she raised her brows at him. “And they are…?”

“Either sit here and set up camp, hoping someone comes and finds us, or I carry you and we’ll try to cover as much ground as we can before night falls—and then we set up camp. But either way, I think we’re sleeping under the stars tonight.”

Her eyes went wide. “Out in the open? Where any wild animal could stumble upon us in our sleep? Aw, heck no. I have no intention of being served up for a family of bears as the main course. We walk.”

They could walk all she wanted, but they would still be sleeping under the stars. He refrained from pointing that out, though. Let her be in denial if she wanted. “Don’t you sleep outside when you’re on assignment?”

“No.” She shivered. “I avoid assignments that involve the great outdoors for long periods of time. I tend to stay in the U.S., because I hate sleeping outside. Me and Mother Nature are not friends.”

He laughed. “All right. In that case? Let’s try to cover as much ground as we can.”

“Who knows? Maybe we didn’t travel as far as you think we did.” She nodded decisively, as if her saying as much would make it true. “Let’s walk.”

He cocked a brow. “You’re not walking.
I
am.”

“I can do it.” She stumbled forward and hissed. She glanced at him, her face way too pale for his liking. “Then again, maybe not.”

He managed to catch her before she hit the ground
again
. “Are you done trying to show how independent you are yet? Because I’ll be damned if I let you hurt yourself just to be stubborn again. Maybe I’ll have to come up with my own nickname for you, then.”

“Like what?” she snapped.

He swung her into his arms. “Like Patient McClumsy.”

A small laugh escaped her. “Oh, shut up,” she said through her teeth. Tears shimmered in her eyes, and she clung to his biceps. “But yes, I am done being
clumsy
. Beam me up, Scotty.”

He set her down slowly. “Lean against the tree for a second,” he murmured, knowing she was in pain and embarrassed and hating it. “I need to go grab the rest of my stuff.”

She leaned against the tree and closed her eyes, nodding. After retrieving his thermos and all the other scattered items from the ground, he put his shirt on and studied her. Her face was pale, and judging from the way she pinched her lips together, she was in pain. His gut tightened. He hated seeing her in pain. If only he could take it away.

He tended to her wounds silently, neither one of them breaking the silence. When he was finished, he kissed her bare shoulder and helped her pull her shirt over her head.

She turned her face away from him. “This isn’t your fault, you know. So don’t even think about apologizing for it.”

He blinked at her. Where the hell had that come from? She’d been the one to fall down the hill. He hadn’t pushed her. So why the hell would he apologize to her? He swept her into his arms. “I wasn’t going to. You still think I’m that guy who panics and runs. I’m not.”

She shrugged. “To me, you’ll always be him. Nothing you do or say will erase that from my mind.”

“I’ll have to try my best to make it up to you from now on. To make you stop living in the past, and start living in the now.” His arms tightened around her. “And Red? When I want something, I
get
it.”

She rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I fear you’re in for a disappointment this time around. I’m not up for grabs.”

“You were a few minutes ago when I was—”

“That’s different.” She looked up at him, her gorgeous eyes stopping him in his tracks. “What we did back there was just sex. Really,
really
amazing sex. But sex nonetheless. It doesn’t mean you have
me
. It was just a way to scratch an item off my list.”

He flinched, even though he’d known she would say that. She was determined to keep him at arm’s length. “Tell me about this list.”

“No.” Her fingers flexed on him. “And you can’t make me.”

The hell he couldn’t. Reining in his temper, he took a deep breath. “Fine. Tell me this, then: Do you believe in second chances?”

“I think it depends on the situation.” She stared off into the distance, her hand wrapping around the back of his neck. “But I could use a few of them myself.”

He latched onto that statement, hungry for anything about her. Anything she didn’t tell other people. He’d never met a woman so closed off to talking about herself as her. “What would you do over?”

“I…” She cut herself off, her fingers softening on him. He held his breath, certain she was going to push him away again. Refuse to answer. But she opened her mouth again. “When my parents died…” She looked away from him. “I didn’t take their last call because I was angry with them. Want to know why?”

His heart broke for the pain she must be feeling, still, to this day. “Red…”

“I was mad because they wouldn’t send me more money for food. I’d blown through my monthly allowance in two weeks, and wanted more.”

“You were a kid. You didn’t know—”

“You’re right. I didn’t.” She took a deep breath and rested her head on his shoulder again. “But I’d still like a chance to do it all over again. To answer my stupid phone and tell them I loved them one more time before it was too late.”

“I get that.” He rested his chin on the top of her head. “But they loved you. You know that, right?”

She nodded against his shoulder. “I do.”

“Why did you go to Mexico right afterward like that?” He shifted her weight. “It was three months, but you were still a wreck. You didn’t seem like you really wanted to be there at all.”

“That’s because I didn’t. But if I didn’t go, the girls would have canceled their plans for me, and they were so excited about it.” Her shoulders went tense. “I was going to go home and hang with my brother, but they suggested they do the same. Go with me. I couldn’t make them cancel their plans for me, so I acted as if I wanted to forget and have some fun.”

That made sense, knowing what he knew about her. She was the type of woman who put the needs of someone she loved before her own. He nodded. Time to change the topic. “Wait. You have a brother?”

“Yeah.” She grinned. “You didn’t know that?”

“Nope.” He gritted his teeth. How did he not know that about her? He should have tried to find out more about her long ago. He shouldn’t have tried to shove her away in the past. “Speaking of which, I’d like a few do-overs myself.”

“Let me guess,” she said sarcastically. “Mexico?”

“Yeah, but not what you’re thinking.” He took a deep breath. Should he open himself up to her like this? Why the hell not? It’s not as if she’d get more angry at him than she already was. “I would never have left like I did, if I could go back. I’d have held you all night long, as close as I could. I would have known you had a brother, damn it. Is he older or younger?”