“I won’t stand here and be insulted by you, Phoebe.”
“Why not? You’ve practically insulted me all day.” Phoebe knew she was exaggerating but she couldn’t help it. She could see her comments were starting to get to him.
“I have not insulted you at all today—why on earth would you say that?”
She’d backed herself into a corner. Now to try and get herself out of it. “You haven’t gone out of your way to do anything that you said you would. Like talk to me, share things with me. You know, the whole purpose of this starting over agreement between us. That’s the insult, Marco. That you still think you can ignore how I feel.”
Phoebe glanced up to see Marco watching her intently. What she wasn’t saying was that it wasn’t just about learning his secrets—it was about needing him to trust and love her enough that he would want to tell her his secrets. She needed to know that he wanted and loved her for the person she was, not the person he perceived her to be. Until she had that, then they may as well stop this reconciliation attempt.
7
Marco flexed his fingers around the steering wheel as he concentrated on the road in front of him. What he really wanted to do was pull over and sample Phoebe’s lips again. Ever since they’d made love on the beach he’d wanted to lose himself in her again. Anything to prevent her from asking questions.
He was being a hypocrite and he knew it. He wanted to know all about her, but he wasn’t quite prepared to share his past history with Veronika with Phoebe just yet. That was a part of his life he’d rather forget ever happened. He’d given his heart and soul to a woman who had never truly loved him, had never been her real self with him. How could he trust what any woman said to him after what Veronika had done?
He shouldn’t let his past color his future. He knew Phoebe wasn’t anything like Veronika. But part of him still held back. If he gave himself fully to her, part of him would be waiting for something to happen. Something that would be worse than what Veronika had done. He didn’t think he’d recover if Phoebe hurt him that deeply.
His emotional mind told him it was unfair to hold back like this, but the last time he’d trusted that part of himself, the trust had been shattered. His rational mind told him to always hold back—no matter what the consequences may be.
“Marco, pull over.” Phoebe’s urgent call broke through his thoughts.
In a split second he checked his review mirror to see if anyone was behind them and then slammed the brakes. The car skidded a little but he managed to control it and safely pull over to the side.
“What’s wrong? Are you not well?” His immediate concern was Phoebe—looking at her, she didn’t appear to be unwell, just perhaps a little distressed.
“We need to turn around. I thought I saw something on the side of the road. Just back up a little.”
Marco didn’t know whether to feel angry or relieved that nothing was wrong with her. “You screeched at me to pull over because you thought you saw something?”
“I did not screech,” she said indignantly before admitting sheepishly. “I may have spoken loudly though.”
“Uh huh.” He nodded. “What did you see?”
Please let it not be some injured animal, he thought. He couldn’t deal with seeing an animal hurt and then have to put it out of its misery.
“I think I saw a car,” she said quietly. “I noticed some skid marks on the road and then when we drove past where they finished, it looked like some bushes had been mowed down.”
Sickness permeated Marco’s stomach and he took a couple of deep breaths. Memories of another time; another accident. Memories he’d thought he’d conquered so long ago.
Memories that had changed his life and the life of his best friend, Alex. “Perhaps it was from a couple of days ago.”
“No, I’m sure I saw a car.” She reached out and touched his arm, her warmth a welcome relief from the cold that was beginning its invasion of him. “Please, Marco, I don’t know why, but I have this feeling that something bad has happened.”
He hoped her feeling was wrong. They were basically in the middle of nowhere. The nearest towns were about an hour away in one direction and two hours in the opposite direction. Help could be a long time coming. He knew all about what happened when help didn’t get to an accident site quickly enough.
The memory of Tomasso’s accident threatened to overwhelm him. Tomasso—another person he’d loved who’d been taken from him. Not by pretending to be someone he wasn’t, but by the fates. Tomasso and Alex had been like the brothers Marco had never had. Yes, he still had Alex, but Alex had his own family now. What did Marco have?
Nothing but a past relationship which he thought would be everlasting and that turned out to be based on lies, and another relationship that, if he didn’t give himself fully, would crumble as well.
He couldn’t think about those things now, not when he had Phoebe looking expectantly at him, wanting him to be strong and listen to her, not belittle her feeling that something bad had occurred.
He had to do this for her. “Okay, let’s take a look.”
He turned the vehicle and started down the road at a slow pace. “You’ll need to tell me exactly where you think this car is.”
“You’ll see the skid marks, it won’t be too difficult.”
No sooner had she finished speaking when he saw the markings she was talking about.
He couldn’t understand why someone would break that hard on this stretch of road. It was straight and there was nothing on the road to indicate that the driver had blown out a tire. It was possible a kangaroo or some other animal had veered across the road in the car’s way. It seemed unlikely, though, as it was still a little too light for animals— particularly kangaroos—to be out; they tended to become active at dusk.
“There.” Phoebe’s voice again pulled him out of his thoughts. He pulled over just up from where she was pointing.
He put a hand on her arm, restraining her from leaping out of the car. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. “It could be pretty unpleasant.”
“Marco, I’m an emergency nurse. I see unpleasant things all the time.” “Of course. I didn’t think.”
He’d tried to inject a little bit of humor into his voice, but he knew he failed when he saw her eyes narrow in his direction.
“Are you okay? You look a little bit sick. Don’t tell me you’re the kind of guy that faints or throws up at the sight of blood?”
He told himself to pull it together and gave his head a mental shake. He needed to be strong no matter what. He needed to be present to help.
He could do this.
It wasn’t one of his friends in the car. It wasn’t that afternoon when Tomasso had died.
It was a stranger or—he held out hope—that the car was abandoned.
“No, I’m fine,” he said grimly as he released his seatbelt and opened the door. “Let’s go.”
They met at the front of the car and Marco took hold of Phoebe’s hand. He needed to feel connected to a warm, living person.
Together they made their way through the bush. After walking a few feet his heart dropped at the sight in front of him. The car was resting on its side, the front end bent out of shape.
“Oh my goodness,” Phoebe breathed beside him. “This is going to be difficult.” “It’s possible that the accident happened a couple of days ago and they just haven’t
come back for the car.”
Marco knew he was clutching at straws. There was no way this was an old accident site. If it had been, the car would’ve been put back on its wheels to help the victims out.
“You really don’t want to be here, do you?”
“I can think of better places I’d rather be. However, we’re here, so let’s see what we can do.”
“Thank you.”
Marco looked at Phoebe; her appreciation and what looked like understanding shone in her eyes. “I’d do anything for you.”
He felt the slight squeez
ing of her hand in his. “Hello, is anyone there?” he called out.
His words echoed around the bush, but no response came from the vehicle. The sickness that he’d felt in the car returned full force. It didn’t look good.
“Darn, I wish I had a first aid kit,” Phoebe muttered as she released his hand and strode confidently towards the car.
For the first time since they’d started seeing each other, Marco was seeing Phoebe the nurse in action.
“I’ve got one in the car,” he responded.
That stopped her in her tracks. “What, a first aid kit?”
“Yes, I always carry one with me.” He had ever since Tomasso’s accident. Only he’d never had to use it before. Had hoped he would never have to use it.
“Thank goodness for that. Although I’m not sure how much help it will be if they’re seriously injured but anything is better than nothing.”
He stood a few feet from her, watching as she walked around the car. He couldn’t tell what she was seeing. Her face gave nothing away. A protective part of him wanted to pull her away, except he wouldn’t. She was a trained professional, and she knew what to do and how to react in situations like this.
While he waited for her to come back, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He only had one bar of signal. He knew that would not be enough to try and get help.
“I’ll need that kit now.”
Phoebe spoke behind him and he whirled around. He could see the strain in her eyes and knew the news wasn’t going to be good.
“How bad is it?” he asked as he reached out and touched her arm, pushing down the desire to pull her into his arms and get the hell away from the scene. He didn’t want to walk up to the car. He knew all he’d see would be Tomasso’s face. The way it had been screwed up in pain before the inevitability of death took the pain away and a strange peacefulness had replaced it. He’d dreamed about those looks for months. He’d never told Alex about those dreams. He’d never told anyone.
“The driver didn’t make it and the passenger is unconscious but it’s difficult to see exactly how badly injured she is. We’ll need to try and see if we can get the car back on its wheels so I can get a good look.”
He pushed down the feelings of panic that started to fill him. “How are we going to do that? Wouldn’t it be better to wait until the authorities come and stabilize the car? What if we do more damage to her?”
“We don’t have time to wait. If we wait it might be too late. We have to do something—help is going to take at least an hour to get here.”
He knew all about how deadly waiting could be.
“Okay, let’s get the kit and then see what we can do about the car.” He wouldn’t let Phoebe see his fear. He would be the strength she needed and they would get through this together.
“Are you able to get a phone signal?” Phoebe asked as she followed him to the car. He extracted the first aid kit before answering.
“I’ve got one bar, I’m not sure how successful I’ll be, but I’ll try calling emergency services and I’ll try and send a text to Alex—he always carries his phone with him.”
“Hopefully we can get hold of someone.” She held out her hand. “Pass me the kit and I’ll go back over and see if I can get a better look.”
Marco watched Phoebe’s retreating back and then picked up his phone and quickly typed out a message to Alex. Once he’d sent it off, he dialed emergency services.
Unfortunately the moment the operator answered, the phone started cutting out. He tried a couple of times but nothing. He only hoped that his message to Alex had been delivered.
He made his way back to the car ready to face whatever he had to.
“I think I got a message off to Alex. My phone said it was delivered, but sometimes you never really know. I couldn’t get through to emergency services.”
He saw the momentarily flash of despair cross Phoebe’s face before her expression changed to one of resolution and determination. His resolve to do whatever he could to help her and the victim flowed through him. Together they would save this person.
“Let’s see what we can do with this car.”
Marco walked around the car and tried to work out the best way to get the car back on its wheels. They could potentially push it over, but the movement would be jarring and he thought that sort of violent motion might do more injury to the victim inside the car. As much as he wanted to help, he knew they couldn’t do it themselves. It was a job for the professionals. As he got to the front of the car he tried not to look but he couldn’t help himself. All he saw was the passenger and a hole in the windscreen. His stomach dropped even further than he thought possible—where was the driver? He turned slowly and found the body of the driver sprawled on the ground a hundred feet in front of the car.
“He wasn’t wearing a seatbelt,” Phoebe murmured behind him. “It takes two seconds to put one on; I’ll never understand why people don’t bother.”
“Even seatbelts don’t save people,” he responded, remembering that Tomasso had been wearing a safety belt.
“They give you a fighting chance though.”
He turned to look at her, noticing the blanket she held. “We can’t move the car, it’s going to be too difficult. We could make her injuries worse.”
“I thought as much, but I didn’t want to say it out loud. Maybe if we punch out the windscreen I can wiggle in and treat her.”
Marco didn’t want to think of Phoebe getting inside a car sitting on its side, but it wasn’t like they had much choice. Every minute they stood around not acting was a minute longer the victim’s injuries could end her life.
He held out his hand towards her. “Give me the blanket.”
Wrapping the coarse wool around his hand, he reached into the already existing hole and punched the rest of the glass outwards, away from the interior of the car. He brushed away the remnants just as the girl moaned.
“Phoebe,” he called out. “She’s waking up.”
He moved quickly out of the way to let Phoebe access the victim, and listened as she spoke to her patient. She was talking low enough that he couldn’t make out the words, but the modulation of her voice was calming. It gave him the confidence to walk over to where the driver of the car lay.
Gritting his teeth, he looked down. A pair of unseeing eyes looked back at him. Marco closed his own eyes momentarily. He opened them again and he reached down to close the dead man’s eyes. He then laid the blanket over him gently. It took everything he had not to walk over to the bushes and retch.
His phone buzzed and he took another deep breath as he turned away and looked at the message on his screen.
Help is on its way, both ground and air. How bad? Alex
He strode back to the car. “Alex just sent a text. Help is on the way. Looks like he got the lifeline helicopter to come out, although goodness knows where it will land. He also wanted to know what status is of the occupants. How’s the girl doing?”
“The ‘copter will probably land on the road—you’ll need to put something out to let them know where we are. And she’s holding her own at the moment, looks like there’s internal injuries.”
Marco quickly typed back and let Alex know that someone had died and what Phoebe had told him.
“I’m going to lay out the towels on the road so they’ll be able to see us from the sky.
Do you need me to do anything before I do that?”
“No, I’m just cleaning up some cuts and trying to make her as comfortable as possible.”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“It’s fine, there’s not much I can really do. Why don’t you stay by the car so you can direct everyone when the helicopter and other help arrives?”
Marco went back to the car and laid the towels out. He paced as he waited for the help to arrive. Time seemed to drag, but eventually he heard the whomp whomp of the helicopter’s blades. He stood out in the middle of the road and waved his arms over his
head. Once he saw that the pilot had seen him, he moved out of the way as the air generated from the rotors threw up dust and dirt and scattered branches and leaves around him.
He couldn’t tell what happened next; it all seemed to happen in slow motion, as if he was outside looking as the emergency crew jumped out, grabbed their equipment, and followed Phoebe who had come out once she’d heard the helicopter.
He stood back and let them get on with what they needed to do. When the police arrived, he gave them a statement, feeling like nothing more than a spectator.
Eventually the helicopter lifted off with the female victim safely on board and headed toward the people who could save her. As he watched the helicopter disappear he couldn’t help but feel that if it wasn’t for Phoebe’s observing eye, the situation may have turned out worse than what it could have been.
A warm hand slipping into his finally penetrated the fog he’d been in since the helicopter arrived.
“Are you okay?”
He looked down into blue eyes and immediately felt grounded. “I am now. Are we able to leave?” He looked around at the police as they moved around the accident scene.
“Yes, I’ve told them everything I could. Not that it was much, seeing as we arrived God knows how long after the accident happened.”
He gazed up at the sky in the direction the helicopter had headed in. He wanted to get as far away from the scene as he could. He tightened his hold on her hand. “Let’s go.”
* * *
Phoebe stood under the shower, letting the water wash away the sand and grit from the beach, the blood from the car accident victim, and the sense of disappointment she’d felt when the moment they’d arrived home Marco had parked the car and then gone for a walk along the beach. She knew coming across the accident had been traumatic, but it seemed to have hit him harder than she’d thought possible.
She closed her eyes and put her head under the spray, rinsing out the shampoo. At that moment a pair of arms closed around her and she found herself pulled against a strong chest.
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