I tilted my head. Okay, she was either a lunatic or had the biggest concussion I’d ever encountered.
“I can pay you,” she offered with a serious face. “I will if you go away. I can’t afford the distraction of a scammer right now.”
I took in a calming breath. “That cabin over there?” I pointed behind me with my head, hearing my voice harden. “I live there. I’m not a dweller, I’m spending a small fortune renting it. Including the driveway where I was almost run over by you, and the oak you crashed against.” The rooster unfortunately came with it.
“What?” she mumbled, her eyebrows knotting. She winced again.
My eyes shifted upward. To the spot on her forehead that was now swelling. “That needs ice,” I declared, pushing through my exasperation. I released her chest and offered her my hand. “You likely need a doctor, too. Come on, I’ll drive you. Do you think you can stand up without—”
“But I’m renting that cabin, the one right over there. And I did not almost run you over with my car.”
I assessed her for a long moment, trying to discern how delusional—or concussed—she was. And then, without any warning, I moved. “All right, I’m done wasting time now,” I said, my arms going around her back and legs. “I’m driving you to an ER, hospital, or anywhere that’s not here.”
A shrilling sound left her, piercing my ears.
“Jesus Christ—” I complained, and she twisted and turned in my arms. “Would you—” I lifted her up, her elbow hitting me square in the middle of the chest. “Oi—” I started moving in the direction of her car. Something pointy swung at my jaw. “Was that your knee?” It swung again. It was her knee. “Oh for Christ’s sake,” I mumbled, giving up and setting the tangle of arms and legs on the ground.
“I told you I know self-defense.” She bristled, passing her palms down the fabric of her skirt. Even in heels, she barely reached my chin. “And you’re not taking me anywhere. I feel okay, I don’t need a doctor, and I’m not lost.” Her shoulders squared, the image of sheer composure if not for the emotion swirling behind her brown eyes. “I’ve rented this place and I’d like to unpack. I have places to be and things to do, so you and your fake beard and silly accent can hit the road.”
My jaw clenched. I inhaled deep and long through my nose. I counted down from ten. Very slowly. Ten, nine, eight…
“Well?” she continued, her tone insisting, infuriating. Five, four, three… “Being manhandled and then scammed is really the last thing I needed today.”
I closed my eyes, something between a huff and a chuckle leaving me.
The absolute nuttery.
“What are you smirking at?”
I zeroed back on her. “Closest hospital is about thirty miles east,” I said, not giving her a chance to butt into the conversation. “Now take Daddy’s car and get off my property without killing anything or anyone on your way out, yeah?” The woman’s mouth fell open with what I was sure was outrage. I turned around. “And put some goddamn ice on that before it turns blue and you spend a fortune on makeup covering it up,” I added, walking off.
I was being a certified twat, but I couldn’t care less about some woman’s bruised feelings. I had tried to help her. She had refused.
So now I was done here. And hopefully, she was, too.
CHAPTER FOUR
Adalyn
Unbelievable.
I couldn’t believe he’d just said that and walked away.
Right back to my cabin.
With a huff, I stomped back to the car and fished out my phone.
The screen flashed with dozens of messages and missed calls. All from Matthew. I—
Shoot. I’d completely forgotten about him.
I scanned the notifications, finding everything from extremely concerned texts to threats about calling the fire brigade or worse, my mother, if I didn’t give any sign of being alive. I fired him a quick text.
ADALYN: I’m okay. Call was dropped and I was out of reception.
The only truth in that statement was about the call being dropped. And Matthew must have been genuinely concerned because in matter of seconds I had an answer from him.
MATTHEW: WTF ADALYN. YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED I WAS?
I sighed. He was probably right to be a little upset but…
ADALYN: Stop worrying about me like I’m some helpless child and trust me. I’m fine.
I stared at the screen, feeling like a jerk for snapping at my best friend, but I was still rattled from the encounter with that… man. The three dots started jumping, but I didn’t wait around to see what he was typing.