Page 4 of Scarlett's Mountain Man

Without warning, he grips the handle and opens my door.

“You can leave your stuff here while I show you around.” He holds his hand out.

I grab his hand, and he helps me out of the car. Hissing in pain, I hold my stomach with my free hand and double over.

Waves of dizziness assault me as I take a deep breath in.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I slowly stand and look at him, but as I do, stars appear in my vision. Blackness creeps into the corners, and I cling to his hand.

“Juniper,” I manage to get out before darkness takes me under.