He managed to drag himself inside after the accident, but couldn’t reach the phone, and now his leg burned like fire. Next thing he knew, she was at his side. “Oh my God, Chase. What happened?” What is she doing here? “Damned horse kicked me. I think my leg is broken.” “I’ll call an ambulance.” Abby grabbed the phone, trying to dial with hands trembling so badly, he could see it. “Yes—hello? I need an ambulance at—what’s your address?” “Just tell them the Rocking W. They know.” He mumbled, closing his eyes. Sharp, stabbing pain ricocheted up his leg every time he tried to move. “What do you mean you aren’t sure when you can get here? He needs an ambulance, damn it!” He chuckled and opened his eyes as her gaze swung back to him for a moment. She’s a spitfire, that’s for sure. Nice temper to go with those bright green eyes. “All right, fine. I’ll see if I can get him there some other way.” Abby hung up the phone with more force than was probably necessary.
