Book 2 in Matched at Miracle Inn

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Episode 2

Recap from book 1: Hannah is biking across the lower United States when she crashes into a hot guy on her way toward Miracle Texas.

(Oh, and by the way, this is a ROUGH DRAFT. I may make a few changes to it and of course, lots of edits.)

Hannah

Hannah lay in the soft grass at the side of the road staring up at the clouds. What had just happened?

“Oh, my gosh, Miss! Are you alright?” A man with a bike helmet stood over her.

Afraid to move, Hannah did a quick check to see where she hurt. Her back? Legs? Arms? Everything seemed to be alright. Her head? That was another problem. When people talked about seeing stars, she’d thought it was figurative, but those little speckles floating in her view were definitely stars. And the weird thing? They created a halo around the guy hovering over her. “Dad?”

“Uh, no. Josiah.” He removed his helmet and knelt beside her.

Holy mother of pearl. This was NOT her father. Was he the hottest guy she’d ever seen or what? From his bronzed face to his shocking blonde hair to his tight riding shirt stretched across his muscled chest and shoulders, the sight of him made her heart raced out of control. Of course, that could have been from the fall. Did she bump her head? Was she in heaven staring at one hunk of an angel? If she’d died, why didn’t her dad meet her?

He placed his hand on her shoulder when she tried to sit. “Uh, stay right there. I’ll call 911.”

“Let me sit up and I’ll tell you if that’s necessary.” Hannah eased onto her elbows. The dreamy hunk cupped her head and helped her to a sitting position. With her head down to make sure she wasn’t dizzy, she got a good look at the blood running down his leg from the gash on his shin.

“I should be asking you if you’re alright.”

“I’m fine.” He didn’t release her head, instead, he brought his other hand to her neck. “Are you sure you’re not hurt? You fell pretty hard.”

Hannah pointed at the guy’s leg. “Uh, you’re probably going to need stitches.”

Josiah let go of her head and she flopped forward. “Sweet mother of pearl.”

Hannah’s head snapped up. “Where did you hear that phrase?”

He sat back in the grass examining his wound. “My mom says it all the time. I think she was trying to get me to not blaspheme God’s name.”

Hannah rolled to her knees, searching for her backpack. “Looks like your mom taught you well.” Locating her pack, she opened it and found a washcloth and her first aid kit.

“She sure did.” He winced when she covered the wound which had nearly quit bleeding. “Ouch.”

“Sorry.” Upon further inspection, the gash looked mostly superficial. “It doesn’t look like it needs stitches after all, but make sure to clean it well when you get home.”

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

The sweet sound of his accent sent little tingles through her. Holy mother of…how could she be so instantly attracted to him? Trying her best to ignore this decidedly handsome stud, she wiped the wound as best she could and wrapped some gauze around his leg. Oh, dang! His legs were beefy.

He shifted so she could reach around his calf. “I should be the one taking care of you. It’s my fault.”

“I’m fine.” Though she would probably never be fine ever again unless, of course, she could perhaps…maybe…possibly…get a date?

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