“Stay still,” Stephen ordered as he attempted to drag the woman from her mangled car.
The woman just continued to scream and struggle to get away from him. The urge to shake some sense into her and physically make her stop screaming was strong. But he’d had to put his flashlight down to get the door open and now he he couldn’t see well enough to check to see how badly she was injured.
Stephen took a long slow breath, now was not the time to lose his temper. The woman was hurt and no doubt scared, getting angry with her wasn’t going to help.
“Ma’am, I’m a cop,” he said, hoping that would calm her.
She continued to yell at the top of her lungs, too bad for her the wind caught any sound she made and whipped it away, rendering it useless.
Unable to take another second of her screams he shook her as firmly as he could without causing her more harm. Hysterical women were hard enough to handle on a good day, but on a freezing, snowy night they were a definite no.
“Just do it,” she shrieked. “Go ahead. Kill me.”
The lady had clearly hit her head. Why would she think he was going to kill her? This was what he got for stopping to help a stranger in need. No more runs through the woods as a storm was coming in for him. He didn’t usually, only this storm was supposed to last for a few days and he couldn’t spend that long cooped up in his cabin, so he’d needed one last run. A long one that would last him a few days.
“Please. Please. I won’t tell anyone what I saw, I promise. Just please don’t kill me.” The woman had gone from telling him to kill her to begging him to leave her alone in under ten seconds. He really needed to know how badly she was hurt, but first he needed to get her out of the car.
Keeping a firm grip on her biceps he dragged her forcefully from the vehicle. She was still squirming but her strength seemed to be waning, that probably wasn’t a good thing. The storm seemed to have knocked out reception so he couldn’t call for help, that meant he was going to have to take her back to his cabin, driving in this was out of the question, they’d both wind up dead. He just hoped her injuries weren’t so bad she would be dead before the weather cleared enough to get her to a hospital.
“Please,” she whimpered, she would have hit the ground if he wasn’t still holding her up.
“I’m a cop,” he repeated slowly, carefully enunciating each word so it penetrated her terrified haze.
The woman froze.
He could feel her eyes on him even though all he could see was the shadowy outline of her face.
“A cop?” she echoed.
“I’m a cop,” he confirmed.
“Oh, thank goodness.” With that she threw herself against him, her hands curled into her jacket, her shivering body pressed against him, and he felt something. Something inside him stirred, a feeling right in the pit of his belly, a spark, a tingle, a whatever you wanted to call it, but this woman made him feel something he didn’t think he’d ever experience again.
He was in big trouble now.