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She stared at him, not fully processing his words. How did he expect her not to panic? He didn’t know what she had done. Ethan was back to life. It looked like he had aged just like she had over the years.
How could that be?
“Mind telling me why you were driving in the rain? Heavy rain you shouldn’t be driving in?”
She opened her mouth and quickly closed it again. Would he believe her? Or would he tell her ’she was crazy and needed to be seen by a specialist? What if he thought it was because she hit her head so hard?
“No lying,” he said. “I don’t like liars. Ex-wife was one.”
She felt for him. Her dad had been a lying bastard and had left when she was young. She didn’t wish that on anyone. Margery knew that sometimes there were lies that were okay. Ones where a person was trying to be polite and not cause any harm.
Yeah, she had told a few of those herself.
This probably wasn’t one of those instances, but part of her believed it should be. What if Ethan came and hurt him? She needed to leave before any of that could happen.
“I was running from somebody,” her breathing picked up as she spoke those words.
Not something she wanted to really admit, but if she said she needed to leave, he would ask why. Might as well give him a little bit of the information so it was easier for her to get away. Though, she didn’t know how fast she would be with how much her body ached.
Max’s eyes went wide. “You were?”
Margery nodded and immediately groaned in pain. She shouldn’t move any part of her body unless she wanted to be in absolute agony.
“No moving. Words only,” he scolded her. “I don’t know a lot, but I’m pretty sure you have a concussion. Which means no fast movements, no bright lights, lots of liquid, and rest.”
Margery wanted to snort when he said no light. How was that going to work when he didn’t even have curtains? He wasn’t making much sense.
“I really do need to go,” she said, trying to push herself up.
But Max was quick and put his hand on the top of her chest to hold her down. She glared at him, not liking what he was doing. He had no reason to keep her there.
“You aren’t going anywhere. You most definitely have a concussion, and you shouldn’t be doing strenuous things. You need to stay here, especially since the storm hasn’t quite passed. It’s still raining, and it’s not safe,” he advised.
Margery looked toward the window and realized that even though it was sunny, it was still raining. How had she missed the sound of rain hammering on the roof? Probably because she was too focused on the man who saved her and the possibility of Ethan finding her here.
“How long have I been here?” she asked, the panic in her voice showing.
“A couple of hours. The sun started to peek up twenty minutes ago.”
That math didn’t add up. A couple of hours would have put them in the middle of the night.
“Lie,” she called out.
“Some people’s definition of a couple of hours is different. Some people think it’s two, and for some people, it can range for up to eight hours.”
If she had known it wouldn’t hurt her head, she would have rolled her eyes. Eight hours was more like several hours.
“I do really need to go. I don’t care that it’s raining. I can walk in the rain. Would probably feel good.”
“And you’ll get sick. Not happening. You’re already hurt; it’s not happening.”
She clenched her jaw. If she was going by his definition of a couple of hours, it had to be closer to eight. Which meant Ethan could be anywhere. He could be right outside, but they would have no clue.
If Ethan was actually alive and her stalker, he was very good at it. He knew how not to be seen and how to get into houses without anybody noticing.
“I don’t think you understand,” she argued as she slapped his hand off her chest. She needed to sit up so he knew she meant business.
Max stepped back, and she clenched her jaw as she raised herself to a seating positon. It was worse than she thought, the ache and pain of her body.
