Rescue Me!. Elda Minger

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СКАЧАТЬ saved her life, and now she knew he was suffering. A lost soul. And yet as lost as she sensed he was, he’d still helped her when that help had meant life and death to her. He’d still been a hero, his actions totally unselfish, his only thoughts to help her and Johnny survive that robbery.

      She couldn’t stand the fact that he’d done such a heroic thing and was now suffering for it.

      “Oh, no,” she whispered, stroking the side of his face with her fingertips. “No, don’t feel that way.”

      He blinked, and it might have been as if those tears had never shimmered in his eyes. She watched as he slid the social mask into place. Almost like an actor’s mask. And she wondered if anyone close to him knew how badly this man was hurting.

      “No,” she whispered, stroking the side of his face, then gently touching his split lip. Easing him back on the queen-size bed. Sliding beside him, all the while touching him. Her arms around him. Her body pressed against his. Simple human comfort. Simple touching. Letting him know he wasn’t alone, she was with him. She would be with him now and help him through this.

      He lay back beside her, his boots still on, fully dressed. She snuggled against him, her cheek on his chest, and felt his hands in her hair. Stroking her, sliding his fingers through the damp strands.

      “I don’t think either of us should be alone right now,” she said. How odd that she should recognize this stranger’s despair. Probably because it was so close to her own. She shifted closer, held him. Listened until his breathing became deep and regular and she knew he had finally found solace in sleep.

      Just before she drifted off, a thought flitted into consciousness.

      How strange. I don’t even know his name….

      Then another.

      But I do know him…. I do….

      CODY CAME AWAKE ALMOST THREE hours later. It took him a few seconds to reorient himself, to remember how he’d come to this hotel room, to this time and place.

      And this woman.

      All of it came back to him, and he lay in bed, thankful to be alive. And thankful that this woman had been perceptive enough to know he was in no shape to hit the road.

      He glanced at the bedside clock. He had just enough time to call Trevor and explain why he wouldn’t be at work today. Trevor would have to shoot around him, but unless Cody made that call, the director would believe he was out there, coming off a bender. The best thing he could do was clean up and be on time tomorrow, ready for work.

      But he had to call him.

      Cody reached for his jacket, found his cell phone and punched in the number. He waited, hoping to get Trevor directly but getting the director’s voice mail instead. At the beep Cody left a message, swiftly and succinctly explaining why he wouldn’t be on the set today. He told Trevor about the robbery attempt but asked him not to say anything to anyone. Then he made his apologies and hung up.

      Perhaps he’d go to his director’s hotel room tonight when he returned and apologize for holding him up. He probably could have really pushed and made it back to the set, but intuition told him not to leave this woman alone today.

      He eased himself out of bed, then looked down at the sleeping woman, her hair spread out around her head like a blond halo. She lay curled on her side in the large bed, the silky robe barely covering her. They’d both fallen asleep on top of the coverlet. Now he studied her, that fall of silky blond hair, those slender, perfect legs.

      After a moment he eased the bedspread, blanket and top sheet down, then tucked her in. The air-conditioning in the motel room had kicked in as it had gotten hotter outside, and he didn’t want her to catch a chill.

      He settled the bedding around her shoulders, up to her chin, and she snuggled deeper into the bed in sleep, then smiled. He watched her face, committing it to memory.

      That hair. He’d loved touching it. Comforting her. And he wondered again how a woman so delicate came to be out on the road by herself. There was a piece to this puzzle he didn’t have or understand.

      Yet for all that her appearance said she was delicate, she had a spine there, as well. She’d responded to his unspoken command back at the robbery site. She hadn’t gone all hysterical or fallen apart until they’d been alone together in this motel room.

      She would get through this. He was just thankful he could help her along.

      She was also perceptive as hell, and that scared him a little, if he were honest with himself. She’d looked at him, and within minutes of their being alone, she’d seen far more than all the tabloids and newspapers, than all the reporters and talk-show hosts had ever noticed.

      She’d seen him. And she hadn’t been afraid.

      Cody closed his eyes and took a deep breath, considering how he felt. His legs felt a whole lot more solid beneath him. Just that short amount of sleep and that human touch, that contact, had grounded him. He remembered reading an article that had said sleep was the brain’s way of organizing and making sense of data, and the short nap he’d taken with—

      He didn’t even know her name.

      Cody smiled down at the sleeping woman. The short nap he’d taken with this angel had allowed him to make sense of some pretty horrific data. As his mother had always said, things look a whole lot better after a solid meal and a good night’s sleep.

      And, in his case, a shower.

      Not wanting to disturb her, he moved as quietly as possible, picking up the blue comb at the foot of the bed as he headed toward the small bathroom.

      Small wasn’t the right word. Miniscule was. And already crowded with her toiletries. Just enough room for a toilet, a sink and a shower. He was a big man and would barely have room to turn around in the small shower stall.

      So as not to crowd it even further, Cody swiftly took off his boots and peeled off his clothing just outside the door. Entering the bathroom, he closed the door gently, then turned on the shower, already anticipating the feel of hot water on his tense shoulders.

      The water was good and hot and plentiful. The small sliver of guest soap was lemon-scented, and he used a generous amount, lathering it over his body, feeling as if he were washing away the scent of fear, washing away all that had happened just that morning.

      He ducked his head beneath the sharp, hot spray, then used some of the woman’s shampoo. It had an herbal smell, not too bad. Cody rinsed his hair, enjoying the feel of the hot water working the tension out of his body.

      Outside the shower, standing by the sink with a white towel around his waist, he risked one more loan. One that was more personal but necessary. He searched through her toiletry bag until he found a plastic razor. Lathering up with the lemon-scented soap, he shaved, swiping away at the weekend stubble covering the lower half of his face.

      When he finished, he wiped his face with a hot, wet washcloth, then combed his clean hair with the blue comb he’d found at the foot of the bed.

      Feeling pleased with the way he looked and feeling so much better, confident that he could drive back to the set without breaking down, all he needed now was a good meal. Perhaps he could ask this woman—after making sure he finally found out what СКАЧАТЬ