The Lush Life (Samantha Jamison Mystery Book 8) - Plot & Excerpts
Then the kitchen door opened. I held my breath. Had they come back? Who was it? I was defenseless. Then a familiar face appeared. My tears of relief spilled. “Oh, my God, Sam!” cried Clay. “What happened?” I tried to smile, but failed. “The stairs. I was pushed.” He briefly took in my ankle I was supporting. “Damn.” “My words exactly,” I said. “I feel sick and the pain...” “It looks real bad, Sam.” I grimaced then said, “It must be broken. I can’t use it at all. I can’t believe this time I broke my other ankle.” Clay tilted my chin up. “Bear with me, okay, Sam?” I don’t know how he did it, but in one swift, but gentle movement, I was up in his arms. He kissed my forehead. “I feel dizzy...” My head then dropped to his shoulder. “...Sam? Sam? We’re here.” It was Clay. I squinted at an unfamiliar entrance. “...Where are we?” “At Doylestown hospital. You passed out in my arms.” Clay was standing at the opened car door. He eased me onto a wheelchair, and pushed me into the ER area, parked me, then spoke to a woman and returned.
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