seen, someone had hurt her. “Who did this? Who hurts you? Your husband? Is that it? Are you running from your husband?”
The last part stuck in his craw, a wad thick enough to choke him.
She stared at him across the cup that joined their hands. A tiny muscle twitched beneath her cheekbone. Finally, she licked her lips and whispered, “Boyfriend.”
Austin released the cup along with the breath he hadn’t known he was holding. He vacillated between relief that she wasn’t tangled up with an abusive husband and fury at her jerk of a boyfriend.
“He broke your arm and dumped you out at the waterfall?”
“I ran. He pushed me out of the car and tried to...” She bit down on her lip, eyes wide with the painful memory. “I ran into the woods, praying he wouldn’t follow me.”
“Did he?”
“I don’t think so. I think he’ll go back to San Diego without me.”
“San Diego?” That explained a few things. His mystery lady was a long way from home.
“We were on our way to a conference in Nashville. James likes to drive, to make a vacation out of business trips.” Her lips twisted. “To rip off the big bosses anytime he can, although he has all of them fooled. I saw the sign about the waterfall and wanted to see it.”
“What happened?”
She lifted one shoulder as if the load she carried was too heavy. “James doesn’t need much to lose his temper. Hopefully, he went on to the conference.”
“But you aren’t sure? He could still be around, maybe in town waiting for you to show up again?”
“Possibly.” Her lip trembled.
Great. Just terrific. “Was this the first time he hurt you?”
“No.” Her face darkened with a fierce determination. “But it’s the last. I won’t go back. I won’t see him again. No matter what he does.”
Rage boiled in Austin’s gut. If he could get his hands on that jerk... “Maybe you should call the cops.”
Not that he wanted anything to do with cops.
Hands raised in a defensive gesture, she jerked back in panic. “No! Please. I can’t. Don’t say anything. I’ll leave here today and won’t bother you again. Only promise you won’t tell anyone, especially the police.”
“A scum like that shouldn’t get away with hurting a woman.”
“The police won’t help. Trust me. I’ve tried.”
In a way, he understood her reluctance. The police weren’t always helpful. Sometimes they were dead wrong.
Austin gazed into her pretty face and saw fear. He heard the tremor in her voice and the desperation.
A heaviness came down around him, a cloak of responsibility and dread. He knew what he was about to do and he didn’t like it one bit.
No matter how much he wanted Annalisa Keller to leave, he couldn’t send her away.
For the next few days or weeks or months, until his conscience would let her go, Annalisa was here to stay.
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