Amish Redemption (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) by Miranda Rush
Authors: Miranda Rush
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and she couldn’t do anything to help him because she couldn’t find the phone. She considered crawling up to where the road was to try to flag a car down, but knew without a doubt Nick would be dead long before she got there.
“Nick.” It was a strangled sound. She had never felt so alone, so helpless. Tears stung her eyes as she fumbled about, searching for the damned phone.
“Wha . . . you want?” His words were almost unintelligible.
Rebekah was jubilant. He had responded to her! She suddenly felt she could do this; she could save him.
“Nick,” she hissed urgently. “Where is the phone?” The words were out before she could stop them. It made no sense asking him, she knew. He was not even quite conscious.
“In . . . my pocket,” he said with great effort. It was hard to hear him over the sound of the horn.
“No, I looked there.” She instantly felt dismal again.
“In . . . my pants pocket.” She recollected them sweeping their belongings up swiftly. Was it possible?
She patted his right thigh, and then his left, before she found the bulge that was the phone. Reaching across him, she stuffed her hand down his pocket. Inside was much warm, slippery liquid she knew to be his blood. She persisted inward and was able to touch the phone’s edge. Loathe to move him much, she found that she had to unbuckle his seat belt to allow her hand to fit more deeply inside his pocket. He groaned loudly.
“I’m sorry,” she said. He didn’t answer. Her own pain forgotten, she plunged her hand into his pocket, grappling with the phone. Gripping her fingers tightly around it, she pulled it free. She wiped the blood off on the front of her dress and punched in 911 Send.
“911 Operator. Please state the nature of your emergency.”
Rebekah wanted to cry with relief. Help would come. They would save Nick and it would all be alright. “We’ve been in an accident. Nick’s bleeding real bad. You’ve got to come now.”
“What is your location?”
Where are we? She had been almost asleep when the vehicles collided. It had been dusky and she had just made out the outline of the truck before it hit them. Did she see a road sign? Then she remembered.
“We’re on Highway A, around . . . Mount Moriah. We are off the road. Down the hill. I don’t know where exactly.”
“What was the nature of the accident?”
Rebekah was getting impatient with all the questions. The operator needed to shut up and send an ambulance right now. “A truck hit our van!”
“What is your name?”
Nick moaned once more. His face was contorting in pain.
“Rebekah Yoder,” she answered. Rebekah Collins , she wanted to say. “Are you coming?”
“Yes, ma’am, I’m sending a unit now. Who is injured?”
Nick gasped. “Becca.”
Without thinking, she pushed the “end” button on the phone and tossed it aside. He had her full attention. “Nick?”
“Rachel?”
“She’s just fine.”
“Becca . . . hold me.”
She hesitated. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”
He laughed a harsh, mirthless sound. “I can’t hurt any worse. I need you . . . to hold me.” The last three words were very quiet. Rebekah wondered if he had
“Nick.” It was a strangled sound. She had never felt so alone, so helpless. Tears stung her eyes as she fumbled about, searching for the damned phone.
“Wha . . . you want?” His words were almost unintelligible.
Rebekah was jubilant. He had responded to her! She suddenly felt she could do this; she could save him.
“Nick,” she hissed urgently. “Where is the phone?” The words were out before she could stop them. It made no sense asking him, she knew. He was not even quite conscious.
“In . . . my pocket,” he said with great effort. It was hard to hear him over the sound of the horn.
“No, I looked there.” She instantly felt dismal again.
“In . . . my pants pocket.” She recollected them sweeping their belongings up swiftly. Was it possible?
She patted his right thigh, and then his left, before she found the bulge that was the phone. Reaching across him, she stuffed her hand down his pocket. Inside was much warm, slippery liquid she knew to be his blood. She persisted inward and was able to touch the phone’s edge. Loathe to move him much, she found that she had to unbuckle his seat belt to allow her hand to fit more deeply inside his pocket. He groaned loudly.
“I’m sorry,” she said. He didn’t answer. Her own pain forgotten, she plunged her hand into his pocket, grappling with the phone. Gripping her fingers tightly around it, she pulled it free. She wiped the blood off on the front of her dress and punched in 911 Send.
“911 Operator. Please state the nature of your emergency.”
Rebekah wanted to cry with relief. Help would come. They would save Nick and it would all be alright. “We’ve been in an accident. Nick’s bleeding real bad. You’ve got to come now.”
“What is your location?”
Where are we? She had been almost asleep when the vehicles collided. It had been dusky and she had just made out the outline of the truck before it hit them. Did she see a road sign? Then she remembered.
“We’re on Highway A, around . . . Mount Moriah. We are off the road. Down the hill. I don’t know where exactly.”
“What was the nature of the accident?”
Rebekah was getting impatient with all the questions. The operator needed to shut up and send an ambulance right now. “A truck hit our van!”
“What is your name?”
Nick moaned once more. His face was contorting in pain.
“Rebekah Yoder,” she answered. Rebekah Collins , she wanted to say. “Are you coming?”
“Yes, ma’am, I’m sending a unit now. Who is injured?”
Nick gasped. “Becca.”
Without thinking, she pushed the “end” button on the phone and tossed it aside. He had her full attention. “Nick?”
“Rachel?”
“She’s just fine.”
“Becca . . . hold me.”
She hesitated. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”
He laughed a harsh, mirthless sound. “I can’t hurt any worse. I need you . . . to hold me.” The last three words were very quiet. Rebekah wondered if he had
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