tire track across it, it had seemed a bit misshaped or flattened. And she thought one of his legs had been as well.
Muttering worriedly under her breath, Mary moved closer to where Bailey had curled up on the pavement and patted her head when the German shepherd promptly stood at attention beside her.
âItâll be fine,â she repeated the mantra reassuringly, and just wished she believed that.
Glancing toward the restaurant, she recalled her intention to eat while she was here, but no longer felt like it. Perhaps afterward . . . if she wasnât immediately arrested and dragged off to the hoosegow, Mary thought with a grimace. The possibility made her wonder where the police were. Surely they should be here by now, taking statements and starting their investigation?
The door opened behind her again and Mary glanced around to see the doctors coming out of the RV. There was blood on their clothes now, Mary noted and it suddenly occurred to her that what sheâd thought was ketchup on the floor of the RV was probably blood as well.
âHow is he?â Mary asked.
The man paused and turned to close the door behind them. Mary frowned as she noted the marks on his neck, but then glanced to the brunette as she said brightly, âHeâs fine. The EMTs are with him now.â
âButââ Mary paused and glanced toward the RV as the generator came on. They probably needed extra light, or to plug in their defibrillator or something, she thought and then realized theyâd left everything but the stretcher and the orange bag out here when theyâd gone in to assess the situation.
âWhat are they . . . ?â Her question trailed away as she swung back to see that while sheâd been distracted, the Jensons had taken the opportunity to slip away and were now on the way back into the restaurant.
Letting her breath out on an exasperated hiss, Mary glanced back to the RV and had just started forward when the door suddenly opened and the EMTs started out. She could hear the sound of a shower from inside before the door closed and glanced to the two men with bewilderment as they moved to their rolling stretcher.
âAre you going to be able to get that inside?â she asked when one man moved to the head of the stretcher. âItâs kind of tight in there.â
âNo need,â the EMT said lightly, offering her a shiny smile. âHeâs fine.â
âHeâs not fine,â Mary argued quickly. âHe was nearly dead. Heâyou arenât just leaving him?â she protested as the man began to drag the rolling stretcher back toward their vehicle. âHe needs help.â
âHeâs fine. The blood was all show,â the second EMT, the driver, said reassuringly, following the stretcher back toward the ambulance.
âButââ Mary turned to peer at her RV with dismay, wondering what she was supposed to do with the man. Wait for him to come out seemed the most sensible answer. She found it hard to believe he was just fine as everyone kept saying, but if he was, she presently had a huge naked man in her RV. And in her shower from the sounds of it, she thought grimly Sheâd have to fill up the water tank, and empty the gray tank once she reached the campground, andâwho was she kidding, she wasnât going anywhere until the man presently enjoying her shower got his butt out of her RV. Mary wasnât forgetting the shiver of trepidation sheâd experienced when her gaze had met his. There had been something about his expression, the concentration, and the deep dark black eyes with silver flecks that almost seemed to glow . . .
No, she wasnât going inside until he came out. If he came out. What if he just drove off with her RV? Sheâd left her damned keys in there, Mary recalled. And her purse. The man could just drive off with her vehicle and have himself a relaxing holiday in her RV.
She should go in and get her