Forbidden. Ellen James

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       CHAPTER TWO

      D ANA COULD HONESTLY SAY that she’d never been in a real crisis before. In fact, that was one of her complaints about her old life: no real crises of any kind, no true tests of character. It meant she had no way to predict how she would react in a given emergency. And this definitely constituted an emergency–a wounded man splayed in front of her, bleeding from an ugly gash to the head.

      Dana slid down into the shallow excavation pit, bumping against Nick as he leaned over the wounded man. She reached out her fingers and felt the man’s throat.

      “My God–I can’t find his pulse.”

      Nick edged her aside and placed his own fingers at the man’s throat. “His pulse is fine. Daniel–”

      Before Nick even finished, the boy seemed to know what was required. Dashing to one of the huts, he emerged a few seconds later with a metal box, its bright red cross identifying it as a first-aid kit. And then, while Daniel produced gauze bandages and antiseptic, Nick deftly stanched the flow of blood from the man’s wound. With Dana crowded in beside them, it made for rather cramped quarters. Nick treated her to an impatient glance, and young Daniel frowned as if in echo.

      “Ms. Morgan, could you give us a little elbow room?” Nick asked.

      “There must be something I can do to help,” she muttered. “Who is this man, anyway?”

      “Jarrett Webster.”

      That didn’t tell her anything useful, but a moment later Dana noticed a jagged rock lying just outside the pit–a rock with a smear of blood on it.

      “Look!” she exclaimed. “Someone must have hit him with that. Who would do such a thing?”

      “I don’t know,” Nick said harshly, “but I intend to find out. Daniel, did you see anything unusual this morning?”

      The boy shook his head emphatically. “I wasn’t here, Señor Petrie. I waited for you at the temple.”

      Nick took the antiseptic from him. “Never mind–we’ll get to the bottom of this somehow.”

      Meanwhile, the injured man opened his eyes and smiled weakly up at Dana. “You must be Ms. Morgan. So glad to have you with us….”

      “Please don’t talk,” Dana murmured in concern. “You’ll waste your strength.”

      “I so wanted to welcome you properly, Ms. Morgan. Do hope you had a good trip in…” His eyelids drifted shut. The poor man had been bashed over the head with a rock, yet here he was politely inquiring about Dana’s journey. She examined Jarrett Webster more closely. He appeared to be in his late thirties and had a pleasant-looking face, even under these conditions. His light brown hair was so long that it touched his shoulders. Altogether, his appearance seemed oddly bland in contrast to Nick Petrie’s. But perhaps it wouldn’t be fair of Dana to judge him until she saw him in more favorable circumstances. At the moment Nick was in charge, demonstrating skill and quick thinking, while Jarrett Webster was completely vulnerable.

      Nick finished bandaging the wound. “We need to get him out of the sun,” he said tersely, lifting Jarrett by the shoulders.

      Once again Daniel moved with alacrity, awaiting no further instruction as he took hold of Jarrett’s legs. The load was obviously too much for him, however, and Dana added her own efforts.

      “I can do it,” Daniel said, no doubt wishing to dismiss her. But Dana saw that his thin arms strained at the job. She realized just how much this boy wished to prove himself strong and capable…exactly like Nick, it seemed.

      Under other circumstances, Dana might have obliged the boy’s pride, but right now there were more urgent concerns. She continued grappling with her part of the load. She hadn’t known a human being could weigh so much. Jarrett was only a medium-size man, but all her muscles strained at the burden of lifting him from the pit. Nick, in contrast, moved masterfully, hardly showing the effort.

      All three of them managed to haul Jarrett up and began making their way through the excavation site. Dana lurched unexpectedly and saw a corresponding wince on Jarrett’s face.

      “Sorry,” she said.

      “No, no. Quite all right,” mumbled Jarrett, eyes still closed.

      He really was amazingly polite. Dana glanced at Dr. Petrie, only to receive a laconic glance in return. She knew one thing. “Polite” was not a term she’d ever use to describe Nick Petrie. Virile, rugged, competent, in charge…yes. Polite…no.

      They entered the first of the huts and deposited Jarrett on a low cot. He seemed to be unconscious now. Perhaps they’d removed him from the sun, but the air was still heavy with humid heat. Dana mopped the back of her hand across her forehead, droplets of perspiration clinging to her skin.

      “He should go to a hospital,” she pointed out.

      “There is no hospital on the island. We’ll get him to the village soon, though. For now he’s probably better off here, not moving. Try to get him to drink something and Daniel and I will have a look around.” With that, Nick strode out the doorway of the hut, followed by his diligent shadow.

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