clear?"
"Crystal" Remington let out a relieved sigh.
Jackie, still holding the gun in one hand, leaned down and wrapped Remington’s right arm over her shoulder. Supporting him as he slowly got to his feet. Jesus, this guy weights a ton! She thought. He was big; shit, he was huge. Towering over her five foot five slender frame. He was very muscular with the shoulders of a pro football player. At her size she wasn't much more support than a thin cane but he seemed to appreciate her effort and leaned into her.
Wow, she smells good, was all Remington could think. He tried to keep most of his weight off of her but it was hard. He was completely drained. She seemed to take it well though; she was stronger than she looked. He leaned his head down just a bit and inhaled. Strawberries. Must be her shampoo . He thought. That scent would be stirring up things he hadn't felt in awhile if this were a different situation. He shook his head and straightened up.
They made their way to the front porch, and half hopping, half tripping up the steps they made it to the front door. Jackie leaned the gun against the house and opened the door. She helped him in to the kitchen and sat him down on one of the dining room chairs. Jackie went back outside and grabbed the rifle.
"You're not going to need that, I promise." Remington said. "I'm not going to try anything stupid." He half smiled.
Damn, even all beat to hell this guy was kind of sexy. Stop Jack! She thought, berating herself. What is wrong with you? She went over to the cabinet, pulled out a glass, filled it under the tap, and handed it to him. "I should call you an ambulance." She said.
"No! No please, don't."
"Why not? Your injuries are pretty severe. You need medical attention."
"I'll be okay. Please just give me some time."
"Are you wanted or something? Running from the cops?" Jackie asked, surprised by her own line of questioning.
"I'm not sure.” He said, and his face went slack. "I know this is going to sound way out there, but I was kidnapped, and held against my will for, well, I'm not quite sure for how long. They did things to me." Remington reached up and gently rubbed the stitches on his head, his hair had grown out a bit in the last few days but not enough to cover them.
Jackie watched him intently. "Well we should probably call the cops then, Report it!"
"No, I don't know how far these people can reach, the cops could be in on it. Please. I just need a little time to figure things out." Remington downed the glass of water. "May I have another please?" Jackie refilled the glass and handed it back to him, he downed that one too.
"That does seem far fetched; no offence, but look at you! You look a little big to be kidnapped." She looked him up and down. "So when you say time, how much time were you thinking?"
"I was drugged. Maybe I could stay the night? I haven’t had any food or water in a while. I'm very weak. If I could just get some strength back, I could figure out what my next move is."
"Drugged? Why would someone want to drug you?"
"It's a long story; one I promise I will explain to you once my head clears. May I stay?"
Jackie stared at him for a few minutes. Normally, she would have said no way in hell, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to say that to this man. She still felt as if she knew him from somewhere.
"Okay, you can stay one night. I'll feed you and you can sleep but tomorrow you have to make other arrangements."
Remington let out the long breath he'd been holding. "Thank you! You won't regret it I swear."
"Let's hope we both don't." Jackie refilled his glass again.
Remington sat there at the table trying not to pass out. He was in so much pain, but he was also starving. He watched the woman move around the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out bread, ham, and cheese. She looked over to him. "Mayo?"
"That would be great, thanks.” He said still watching her. He didn't notice
"Crystal" Remington let out a relieved sigh.
Jackie, still holding the gun in one hand, leaned down and wrapped Remington’s right arm over her shoulder. Supporting him as he slowly got to his feet. Jesus, this guy weights a ton! She thought. He was big; shit, he was huge. Towering over her five foot five slender frame. He was very muscular with the shoulders of a pro football player. At her size she wasn't much more support than a thin cane but he seemed to appreciate her effort and leaned into her.
Wow, she smells good, was all Remington could think. He tried to keep most of his weight off of her but it was hard. He was completely drained. She seemed to take it well though; she was stronger than she looked. He leaned his head down just a bit and inhaled. Strawberries. Must be her shampoo . He thought. That scent would be stirring up things he hadn't felt in awhile if this were a different situation. He shook his head and straightened up.
They made their way to the front porch, and half hopping, half tripping up the steps they made it to the front door. Jackie leaned the gun against the house and opened the door. She helped him in to the kitchen and sat him down on one of the dining room chairs. Jackie went back outside and grabbed the rifle.
"You're not going to need that, I promise." Remington said. "I'm not going to try anything stupid." He half smiled.
Damn, even all beat to hell this guy was kind of sexy. Stop Jack! She thought, berating herself. What is wrong with you? She went over to the cabinet, pulled out a glass, filled it under the tap, and handed it to him. "I should call you an ambulance." She said.
"No! No please, don't."
"Why not? Your injuries are pretty severe. You need medical attention."
"I'll be okay. Please just give me some time."
"Are you wanted or something? Running from the cops?" Jackie asked, surprised by her own line of questioning.
"I'm not sure.” He said, and his face went slack. "I know this is going to sound way out there, but I was kidnapped, and held against my will for, well, I'm not quite sure for how long. They did things to me." Remington reached up and gently rubbed the stitches on his head, his hair had grown out a bit in the last few days but not enough to cover them.
Jackie watched him intently. "Well we should probably call the cops then, Report it!"
"No, I don't know how far these people can reach, the cops could be in on it. Please. I just need a little time to figure things out." Remington downed the glass of water. "May I have another please?" Jackie refilled the glass and handed it back to him, he downed that one too.
"That does seem far fetched; no offence, but look at you! You look a little big to be kidnapped." She looked him up and down. "So when you say time, how much time were you thinking?"
"I was drugged. Maybe I could stay the night? I haven’t had any food or water in a while. I'm very weak. If I could just get some strength back, I could figure out what my next move is."
"Drugged? Why would someone want to drug you?"
"It's a long story; one I promise I will explain to you once my head clears. May I stay?"
Jackie stared at him for a few minutes. Normally, she would have said no way in hell, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to say that to this man. She still felt as if she knew him from somewhere.
"Okay, you can stay one night. I'll feed you and you can sleep but tomorrow you have to make other arrangements."
Remington let out the long breath he'd been holding. "Thank you! You won't regret it I swear."
"Let's hope we both don't." Jackie refilled his glass again.
Remington sat there at the table trying not to pass out. He was in so much pain, but he was also starving. He watched the woman move around the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out bread, ham, and cheese. She looked over to him. "Mayo?"
"That would be great, thanks.” He said still watching her. He didn't notice
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