Irish Sex Fairy: Ellora's Cave by Kelly Jamieson (the lemonade war series TXT) 📕

the small table beside the bed. “She just had some of those,” he told Maeve. “She can have more in four hours.” He handed over a printout with information on mild concussions for her. “She needs to have an eye kept on her for the next twenty-four hours.”

Keara’s eyes closed.

“What can I get you, muirnín?” Maeve asked, touching her hair. “Anything to eat? Drink?”

“Some water,” Keara whispered. “Just water, please.”

Shane followed Maeve out to the kitchen where she poured water from the pitcher she kept in the refrigerator. She gazed at him with anxious eyes. “Do you believe that’s what happened?”

He shrugged. “No reason not to believe it. But like she said, hard to prove. Unless there were witnesses, which it doesn’t sound like, or some damage to her car. If some paint from the other vehicle is on her bumper, we’d have something to go on. Otherwise…” He met her gaze. “Single vehicle collision. We won’t charge her with anything.”

“I should hope not!”

“No drugs or alcohol involved. Her insurance company won’t be impressed.” Huh. Where were her insurance papers? He could get that started for her at least.

“I have to get back to the store.” Maeve looked frustrated. “Jayla’s not in today so I’ve no one else.”

“I’ll stay for a while.” He took the glass of water from Maeve and strode back into the bedroom. “Here you go.” He helped her sit up, pushing some of the big pillows from the bed behind her so she could sip the water. “Where’s your insurance stuff? I’ll call and get the claim started for you.”

“You don’t have to do that.” She lay back down.

“Whatever. Where is it?”

“No, Shane. I can do it myself.” She started to get back up and he put a hand on her shoulder and pressed her down.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re in no shape. Just let me do this, for Chrissake.”

She sighed. “My purse.” He handed her the soft leather bag and she dug it out and handed it to him.

“You rest. I’ll make some calls.” He walked to the door.

“Okay.” She watched him, eyes huge in her wan face. “Shane?”

“Yeah?” He turned at the door.

“You do look good in your uniform.”

He lifted a brow. Where the hell had that come? Must be the pain meds. One corner of his mouth kicked up. “Uh…thanks.”

Chapter Ten

Keara woke to Maeve nudging her arm.

“I can’t let you sleep too long, muirnín,” she said softly. “Can you wake up and talk for a few minutes?”

“Mmmm.” She forced her eyes open and pushed up onto her elbows. Every muscle screamed with pain and she whimpered. “Dammit.”

“You okay? What can I do?”

“Can I have more pain pills yet? What time is it?”

The room was dim but Keara could see Maeve look at her watch. “Yes, you can have more now. Here.” She shook out two tablets and handed them to her with a glass of water. Then she sat carefully on the end of the bed.

Keara downed the pills and took a few long gulps of water. Her head throbbed to the point of making her feel a little nauseous. “Well, this is no fun,” she said, lying back down.

“I’d say not.” Maeve studied her. “I feel terrible that this happened to you, muirnín.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s my own stupid fault.”

“You said someone else caused the accident.”

Keara sighed. She’d been thinking about it ever since, when she hadn’t been dozing. “I thought he did. I don’t know. Maybe I just imagined it. I was nervous with him tailgating like that, on the winding road.”

“That highway is crazy. I never should have asked you to go into Santa Melita.”

“It’s not your fault, Maeve. Maybe the guy was just trying to pass. I was slowing down and pulling over. I must have overreacted. An accident.” But she recalled how close he’d been to her car, how her heart had leaped with fear. He’d had the whole two-lane highway to pass her on.

“But he didn’t even stop. You’d think he would have stopped to help if it had been an accident.”

“Maybe he didn’t realize I’d gone over the side, once he’d passed me.”

Maybe. No. He’d absolutely known she’d gone over the side of the mountain. Had to have. Fear gripped her again, seizing her lungs and making her heart trip.

Oh shit. Here we go again. That morning when she’d set out on her errands, her focus had been on getting her mind off Shane and sex. Off sex with Shane. Now she was back to being reduced to a trembling mass of nerves and fear. And was bashed and bruised on top of it.

Tears stung her eyes and she squeezed them shut, not wanting to break down and cry in front of Maeve, but a hot tear tracked down her cheekbone and into her hair.

“Don’t cry, muirnín.” Maeve moved closer and gathered her into a hug. “Don’t cry. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

“I was starting to feel better,” Keara sobbed. “I had fun at the Dunstans’ last night. And…and…Shane was f-flirting with me.” Maeve’s hand rubbed her back soothingly. “I was th-thinking about sex. Like you wanted. And…then this happens, and now I’m all scared again. Oh. I think I’m going to throw up.”

She slid from Maeve’s arms and rushed to the bathroom across the hall, fell to her knees in front of the toilet. Saliva accumulated in her mouth and she swallowed repeatedly while her stomach heaved, but nothing actually came up.

Tears wet her cheeks, and when her stomach settled she reached for the towel hanging above her and dried her face.

“Okay?” Maeve stood in the doorway, looking drawn and worried.

Ah hell. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. She climbed to her feet, her whole body aching and tight. “I’m okay.”

“It’s the concussion,” Maeve said. “In a couple of days you’ll be fine.”

“Yeah.” But she hadn’t been fine in weeks.

“I’ll make us some soup for dinner, how’s that? Do you want to go back to bed?”

“I think I should move around,” Keara said. If she lay