Falling for the Groomsman by Diane Alberts Page B

stand to see you sad.”
    She made a weird choking sound, and she burst into hysterical laughter. “Oh. My. God. You should s-s-see your face right now!”
    She pealed off into another fit of laughter, clutching her stomach and rolling over onto her side, her knees bent in the fetal position. He let go of her, frowning down at her back. Guess he could rule out any sprains in her knees or her back. He rocked back on his heels and studied her, not sure what to say or think right now. “You find this funny?”
    She rolled his way again, looked at him, and laughed even harder, tears streaming down her face. “Y-Yes, I find this funny. I tried to run away and fell down the freaking hill with no shirt on in the freaking woods , and you’re acting like…like…” She dissolved into laughter again, but managed to finish off with, “Like I’m dying or something.”
    His lips twitched, and son of a bitch if he didn’t start laughing, too. He fell back against a tree, banging his head in the process, and she laughed even harder at that. He did, too. Fuck, he didn’t even know what they were laughing at anymore, but it felt good .
    He never laughed like this. It wasn’t…him. Or was it? Maybe he’d forgotten who he really was, over the course of the years. He remembered laughing his ass off with her in Mexico, too, those rare times when she’d managed to actually have fun.
    By the time they both wound down and could breathe again, the sky was even darker and she was still half dressed, lying in the dirt with an injured back. He stumbled to his feet and held his hand out for her. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and dressed.”
    “All right.” She struggled to sit up. “I’m ready. Honestly, I’m fine. You don’t need to worry so much.”
    He studied her furrowed brow, knowing she was hurting somewhere even if she wasn’t willing to admit it, and rubbed his aching head. “Just let me check you over real quick anyway. For my own peace of mind.”
    She gave a small nod and slid her hand into his. Once she was on her feet, he ran his hands over her body, checking for any contusions or broken bones. When he reached her leg, she stiffened. Going slower, he skimmed his fingers over her left ankle.
    “Ow,” she hissed, clenching her teeth tightly at his touch. “That hurt.”
    He nodded, squatting in front of her ankle. He squinted in the dim light, but even with more shadows than sun behind him, he could see it was swollen. Already, it had turned a nasty yellowish-greenish shade. He probed it gently, wincing when she cried out.
    He reached behind him and grabbed his backpack, and pulled out a thermos of cold water. “We need to get ice on this, and it needs to be elevated.”
    She dropped her head back against the tree she rested her weight on. “Crap. Any chance we can find ice in the woods?”
    “Not really.” He pressed the cool thermos to her ankle and glanced up at the sky. It would be dark within the hour. Reaching into his pocket, he held his phone up to the sky. No signal. Of fucking course. “Do you have your phone on you?”
    “Yeah.”
    She reached into her shorts pocket and held it out for him. It took a second for him to confirm what he already suspected. She didn’t have any signal, either. He sighed and handed it back. “Nothing.”
    She pinched her lips together when he probed at her ankle again. “Now what?”
    “The way I see it, we have two options.”
    When he didn’t continue on, she raised her brows at him. “And they are…?”
    “Either sit here and set up camp, hoping someone comes and finds us, or I carry you and we’ll try to cover as much ground as we can before night falls—and then we set up camp. But either way, I think we’re sleeping under the stars tonight.”
    Her eyes went wide. “Out in the open? Where any wild animal could stumble upon us in our sleep? Aw, heck no. I have no intention of being served up for a family of bears as the main course. We