by Unknown
Riding with him, Landon hovered over him, looking anxious, dirty, sweaty and exhausted. Hunter wanted to ask his brother what had happened, but that would take energy he didn’t have. One minute he’d been clinging to the side of a sheer wall of rock, busting balls with his brothers and having a fantastic time testing his physical and mental limits. The next thing he knew, he was on a makeshift backboard looking up at trees rushing by as his brothers made a frantic sprint back to where they’d left their trucks to meet the rescue.
He’d been pretty out of it for most of the sprint, but he’d been aware enough to know that Lucas and Landon, both paramedics, had been dead serious about getting him the hell out of there.
“He’s trying to say something,” Landon said to the other paramedic, who removed the oxygen mask over Hunter’s face.
“What happened?” Hunter asked, every word causing him pain.
“Line slid through your hand, and you went down fast. Thankfully, it stopped you before you hit the ground, but you crashed into the wall hard on the way down.”
That explained the unbearable pain in his entire body, but how could that have happened? They were always so careful. “How bad?”
“Hard to tell, but nothing seems broken except maybe your elbow. We’ve got it immobilized. We’re worried about a head injury, too. You were out cold for a couple of minutes. Scared the living shit out of us.”
“Aw, you do love me,” Hunter said, even though the words cost him.
“Shut the fuck up,” Landon said with a grunt that might’ve been a laugh.
The other paramedic smiled at their banter, and Hunter could see the relief on Landon’s face. His younger brother looked away as he battled his emotions. Hunter hated to think about the ordeal he’d put his brothers through. “Megan.”
“Mom’s going to get her. They’re meeting us at the hospital.”
With the oxygen mask back in place, Hunter closed his eyes against the relentless pain in his skull. His parents must be freaking out, his grandfather … And poor Megan. He’d promised her he wouldn’t get hurt. She’d never forgive him for this.
Megan knew something was wrong the minute she saw Molly Abbott come rushing into the diner, her face ashen and her eyes wide with fear.
She wanted to run from whatever Molly had come to tell her, but there was no way out of the diner except through Molly.
“Megan, honey, there’s been an accident.”
The coffeepot in her hand crashed to the floor, smashing into a million pieces. Megan’s heart did the same thing, shattering into as many pieces at the thought of Hunter hurt or worse. “No,” she whispered, taking a step back. If she didn’t let Molly say the words she wouldn’t have to hear about something happening to him.
“Honey, he’s hurt, but he’s going to be okay.”
“No, please.”
Nina came to her side, putting her arm around Megan’s shoulders. “Megan, it’s okay. Molly said he’s alive but hurt, and he needs you.”
“He’s asking for you,” Molly added.
“I can’t.” This was exactly why she’d told him she couldn’t get involved. Something always happened to the people she cared about. They died, they moved away, they got hurt, they left. At the thought of Hunter being hurt, pain cut through her like a knife, leaving her bleeding inside.
“I thought you were made of better stuff than this, Megan,” Molly said, her disappointment coming through loud and clear.
“I’m not. I told him that. I told him I couldn’t do this. I told him.” She was sobbing so hard she couldn’t breathe.
“I’ll talk to her,” Nina said to Molly.
“Don’t bother,” Molly said as she turned and left the diner.
Megan wanted to call after her, to tell her to wait, to take her to him, to tell him … To tell him what? That everyone had been right about her? He was too good for her?
“Butch,” Nina said. “Take over out front. I’ve got to get her out of here.”
“I don’t know what to do,” Butch said, frazzled by Megan’s tears and Nina’s instructions.
“Just shut the place down,” Nina said. “We’re done here anyway.” She hustled Megan out the back door and into her car, driving home with one eye on the road and one eye on Megan. “You going to tell me what that was all about?”
“He promised this wouldn’t happen,” Megan said between sobs. “He promised.”
“What did he promise?”
“That he wouldn’t get hurt! He wouldn’t leave. He promised.”
“Megan, it was an accident. He didn’t do it on purpose. He’s not leaving.”
The thought of him hurt, in pain … She couldn’t bear to think about it. “This is why I told him I couldn’t do it. I tried to tell him, and he didn’t want to hear it.”
Nina pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine. “It’s your life, and I’d never presume to tell you how to run it, but you’re going to regret this. If you don’t step up for him when he needs you, you’ll be sorry. He’s a great guy, and he loves you. If you let him get away, you’ll have to live with that for the rest of your life.”
“I never wanted him to love me! I told him not to! I told him he could do better.”
“Why would you say that?” Nina produced a tissue from her purse and used it to wipe away a flood of tears on Megan’s face.
“I don’t want him to love me, and I don’t want to love him. I never wanted that, and I kept trying to tell him, but he was relentless.”
“Megan, honey, the reason you’re freaking out right now is because you love him.”
“No, I don’t.”
Nina took Megan by the chin and forced her to meet Nina’s determined gaze. “Yes, you do, or you wouldn’t care so much that he’s hurt.”
“It brings it all back. The night they came to tell me about Mom and Dad.” She’d been home alone, waiting for them to get home and wondering what was taking so long. And then the police were at the door with the snow swirling all around them, bringing news that would shatter her world and change her life forever.
“I never wanted to feel that way again.” Her eyes and chest ached from the emotional firestorm. She felt like her heart had been wrenched from her chest and stomped on.
“I know, honey. I understand better than anyone. But you can’t hide out from love for the rest of your life because you’re afraid of what you might lose. That’s no kind of life for someone who has so much love to give.”
She released a deep, shuddering sigh. “I messed this up, Nina. I should’ve gone with Molly.”
“Stay here. I’ll go inside and make some calls. I’ll find out where they’re taking him.”
Megan sat in the car, staring out the windshield, aching. She would go to him. She’d make sure he was all right, and then she’d tell him she couldn’t do this anymore.
The next few hours passed for Hunter in a sea of pain and discomfort. After arriving at the Northeastern Vermont Regional Hospital, he was poked and prodded and X-rayed and CT scanned. Since Landon was well known by the ER doctors, they allowed him to stay with Hunter through it all. After a thorough evaluation, the doctors decided there was no need to transport him to the level-one trauma center in Burlington.
They brought in an orthopedic doctor to set his fractured elbow and diagnosed a moderate concussion among other contusions and lacerations, one of which was on his leg and required ten stitches.
“Can he go home tonight?” Landon asked.
“We’d like to keep him for observation for at least twenty-four hours,” the ER doctor replied.
They gave him something for the pain, and by the time he came to, he was in a dark quiet room with his mother hovering over him, stroking his hair.
“There you are.” Molly’s smile was bright and reassuring even if her eyes told the true story of how afraid she’d been. “You gave us quite a scare, my love.”
“Sorry.” His mouth and throat were so dry he could barely speak. “Is there wat
er?”
Molly helped him drink through a straw from a cup of ice water that was about the best-tasting thing to ever cross his lips.
“Did someone tell Megan?”
“I did, but she said she couldn’t come.”
Hunter understood immediately. “She’s probably freaking out. I promised I wouldn’t get hurt.”
“Hunter …”
Closing eyes that refused to stay open, he squeezed the hand his mother had wrapped around his. “Don’t say it, Mom. I know exactly why she isn’t here. I get it.”
“I’m glad you do.”
He forced a smile for her behalf even as his heart broke for Megan, who’d probably flipped out after hearing what’d happened. In light of what she’d been through, he didn’t blame her for that. Not one bit. As soon as he was able, he’d find her and make sure she knew he was fine and wasn’t going anywhere.
“Everyone is here,” Molly said. “Dad and Gramps are pacing the hallway, and Hannah was with me until a few minutes ago when Nolan made her go and get off her feet for a while.”
“Good,” he said, drifting, comforted to know his family was with him.
The next time he woke up, Megan was there, looking down at him with those adorably furrowed brows.
“Hey,” he said, thrilled to see her, but concerned about the fear he saw in her gorgeous blue eyes.
“Hey, yourself.” She wiped her cheeks. Was she crying? He couldn’t tell in the dim light.
“Sorry about this. I promised it wouldn’t happen.”
“Yes, you did.”
“Are you okay?”
“Why are you asking me that? You’re the one in the hospital bed.”
“Because I care more about you than I do about myself.”
“Don’t say that.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I wanted to make sure you’re okay, but I have to go now.”
Though it caused his IV to pinch and pull on his skin, he reached for her hand before she could withdraw it. “Stay with me. I need you.”
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Megan, look at me.”
“No, I can’t look at you. I can’t let you tell me again that you love me, and you’ll never leave me when we both know you can’t keep those kinds of promises.”
“I do love you, and I can promise I’ll never leave you because I want to. This was a freak accident. Shit happens. I’m a little banged up but mostly fine.”
“You could’ve been killed.”
“But I wasn’t.”
“You do this stuff … rock climbing and snow patrol and skiing and snowmobiling …”
Though every movement caused pain to ricochet through his head, Hunter felt like he was fighting for his life far more than he had earlier on the mountain. Any chance he had at being happy rested in her fragile hands. “I like to do all those things.”
“They’re all dangerous.”
“They’re fun.”
“I can’t live in fear of something happening to you. I can’t do it.”
“Nothing’s going to happen to me.”
“How can you say that when today something happened to you?”
“Today was a bad day. Tomorrow will be better. That’s life, sweetheart.”
“I’m so afraid of everything, Hunter. I don’t want to be, but I am.”
“You’ve had good reason to be afraid, but you can’t live in fear of what might happen and miss out on what’s happening right in front of you. If you leave me, you’ll ruin my life. Is that what you want?”
“Don’t put that on me after I told you from the beginning that I didn’t want this.”
“I can’t help how I feel any more than you can.”
Hannah poked her head in the room. “Everything okay in here?”
Hunter looked up at Megan, seeking a verdict.
“He’s feisty,” Megan said after a long pause, during which he died a thousand painful deaths. “I guess that’s a good sign.”
Hunter’s chest, which had been tight from not breathing, loosened and allowed in the oxygen he desperately needed. She wasn’t going anywhere. Not right now anyway, but the battle for her heart was far from won.
CHAPTER 32
Hunter was released from the hospital late the next afternoon with orders to take it easy for a week while he recovered from the concussion. The fractured elbow would take longer to heal, but at least he was in a soft cast that could come off for showers. Every inch of his body hurt, but he kept quiet about that so they’d let him go home.
Megan had been by his side since the night before, but he’d been painfully aware of the distance between them. It seemed she was there because she felt she should be rather than because she wanted to be. She hadn’t said a word to that effect, but he’d felt the vibe just the same.
He understood why his accident had hit her so hard. After years by herself, she’d finally taken a big chance and allowed someone new into her life and her heart. Just when she’d begun to have some faith in their relationship, his accident had her reconsidering everything.
That was all right. As long as he understood the why of it, he could figure out the next steps.
Megan drove him home in encroaching darkness in his SUV with Hannah and Nolan following behind. Hannah had insisted on coming with them to help him get settled, and Hunter hadn’t protested because he knew she needed to fuss over him. He’d give her an hour and then send her on her way. He wanted to be alone with Megan.
However, a short time after they had him settled—painfully—on his sofa, propped up with pillows and covered with a warm blanket, Megan announced that she had to leave.
“Where’re you going?” Hannah asked her with noticeable hostility.
“Home.”
“How come?”
“Because I live there.”
“It’s okay, Han.” Hunter reached out to Megan. When she reluctantly—or so it seemed to him—took his hand, he drew her down for a kiss. “See you tomorrow?”
“Uh-huh.”
He released her and watched her every move as she gathered her things and scurried out the door without another word to anyone.
“What the hell is her problem?” Hannah asked, visibly annoyed.
“I know exactly what her problem is, and it’s not your problem.”
“It shouldn’t be yours either.”
“Let me worry about me. You worry about you. In fact, you should go home and get some rest. You look like hell.”
“Thanks a lot. Let’s see how you look when I fall off the side of a mountain and nearly crack open my skull.”
“Are you planning to do that any time soon? I wouldn’t recommend it in your delicate condition.”
For the first time in their lives, Hannah seemed genuinely furious with him. “Wake up, will you? She’s being a shit, and you’re acting like it’s no big deal!”
“It isn’t. I understand completely why she’s upset, and as soon as I’m able to, we’ll deal with it. In the meantime, butt out. That’s an order.”
“Hannah,” Nolan said, “maybe we ought to go and let Hunter get some sleep.”
“I’m not going anywhere. He can’t be alone.”
“Yes, I can. I’m fine, except for my blood pressure, which is rising by the minute.”
“His girlfriend should be with him tonight. That’s where she belongs.”
“Hannah,” Hunter said again, the warning unmistakable to everyone except her, apparently.
“Don’t ‘Hannah’ me. You know I’m right.” She plopped down on the other sofa, kicked off her shoes and put her feet up. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said with a mulish look for her husband, who sighed as he sat in the rocking chair. “You don’t have to stay. I can handle him.” She used her thumb to gesture at Hunter.
“Where’s Mom when I need her?” Hunter asked. “She could get you out of here.”
“She’s exhausted from worrying about you, so Dad took her home to get some sleep. I’m sure she’ll be here
to hover first thing in the morning.”
“Excellent,” Hunter said, resigned to being fussed over by everyone other than the one person he wanted fussing over him. If only he weren’t so damned exhausted and still drugged up. He’d be at her place by now, fighting for them the way he always had. That wasn’t in the cards tonight. But tomorrow … Tomorrow he’d get someone to take him to her so they could fix this before it got any worse.
Megan was relieved to see the lights off in Nina and Brett’s house, where they were camping out on an air mattress for their final nights in Butler before they left for France. The house was empty and would be turned over to the new tenants at the end of the week. Nina had told her they were a newly retired couple who were thinking of relocating to Vermont but wanted to experience a winter before they committed to anything permanently.
Nina assured her they were nice people. Megan was sure they were, but what did it matter? They weren’t Nina and Brett, who would be living thousands of miles from her by this time Wednesday. She trudged up the stairs, unlocked her door and nearly jumped out of her skin when Nina appeared on the other side.
“What the hell, Neen? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“Nope. Just waiting for you to get home.”
Megan flipped on a light, which made both sisters wince from the sudden brightness. “How did you know I was coming home?”
Nina gave her that knowing look she did so well. “You were primed to bolt before he ever left the hospital. When we went to see him this morning, he told me you’d be home later and you’d be upset. I promised him I’d be here for you.”
“It’s irritating that he thinks he knows me so well.”
“He does know you that well. He knew you’d be out of there the minute you could.”
Megan flopped down on the sofa. “I’m a horrible person.”
Nina sat next to her. “No, you’re not. You’re reeling from what happened, which is understandable. To a point.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means it’s okay to be upset about what happened to him. It’s not okay to walk away from him when he needs you. That’s not okay, Megan, and if you care about him, which I think you do, you need to be with him right now. Not hiding out. I thought those days were over.”
