Page 21 of Cabin Fever Baby

“It’s probably the concussion talking.” I reached past him to turn on one of the lights over the display console. It didn’t help much, but at least I could see how bad he was and if I should move him.

He leaned back and heaved out a breath then he touched his forehead, bringing away fingers smeared with red. “Blood.”

“Quite a bit of it.” I wiggled my way back out around the airbag that had probably saved his life. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

He hissed as he moved his legs. “No. I wasn’t going too fast.”

“Not what the front of your car says.” I glanced through the windshield, which was surprisingly not broken. The front of the car was not so lucky, but he was probably right. The fact that he hadn’t been going too fast meant it was mostly the car with the damage.

I turned his face to me and winced. “Good thing chicks dig scars.”

He moaned. “That bad.”

I grinned. “Nah. It’ll be one of those little Harrison Ford ones. Like the hot one on his chin.”

“Harrison could be your grandfather.”

“Still hot,” I said back. Thankfully, it seemed as if he was coming around. The blood was hella concerning, but I remembered reading somewhere that head wounds were bleeders, not necessarily life threatening. “Okay, MacGregor?—”

“Hudson.”

“Of course you are,” I mumbled. “Hot guy with a hot name.”

He turned blurry eyes on me. “You think I’m hot?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’d be hotter in my warm cabin.” I paused. He was a stranger. I wasn’t sure about dragging him into my cabin, but I couldn’t exactly leave him outside.

“I would love to be in your warm cabin,” he said drunkenly.

Suddenly, I straightened. “You weren’t drinking, were you?”

“No.” He turned those big dark eyes on me. “I would never.”

I let out a relieved breath. “Let’s get you inside and you can tell me all about why you crash landed on my lawn like a runaway bobsledder.” I reached in to release his belt. “If you think you can move. How’s your head?”

He rolled his head on his shoulders. “Still attached.”

“Neck?”

“Undetermined.”

“Fair.” I snaked my hand in to turn off the car and pocketed the keys. “Okay, Hudson, think we can get you out of here?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, we’re going to give it a try.”

“Okay, Angel.”

“Ocean.”

He frowned. “What about the ocean?”

“No, my name is Ocean.” I laughed. I reached behind his back to ease him forward. “Those are some long legs, Hudson.”

“This car sucks.”

I laughed. “Not gonna lie, I gotta agree.”