The Bride and the Bargain. Allison Leigh

head ducked again. “That won’t be necessary,” she assured stiffly.

      He eyed the top of her head. The brightening sunlight picked out glints of gold among the soft brown strands. She was a bitty thing next to him, even with the shapely curves that pushed against her running clothes. And he was not bitty at all. “I am sorry,” he said quietly.

      She hesitated, then looked up at him. He couldn’t quite tell the color of her eyes. Just that they were dark and rimmed with long, curling lashes.

      She pressed her lips together for a moment. “I am, too,” she finally said. “I, um, I stopped to tie my shoe.” She wiggled her left foot, drawing his attention.

      The lacing of her shoe—definitely not custom-made as his own were—lay untied and bedraggled against the dirt path.

      “Hold on.” He cautiously let go of her shoulders and, once certain that she wasn’t going to tip over, crouched down at her feet.

      She made a soft sound and he glanced up as he tied the shoelace. “Something wrong?”

      She shook her head slightly. “No. It’s just…I…it’s been a long time since I’ve had my shoelaces tied for me.”

      His head was on a level with her thighs. He made himself keep his eyes on her scraped knees and lower. To his chagrin it was harder than he’d have thought.

      He tugged the bow tight, then double looped it. “Next time, use a double knot,” he suggested wryly.

      He rose and caught the twitch at the corner of her lips. But the second she took a step, the barely there smile was replaced by a definite wince of pain.

      “We need to get you to the hospital.”

      Her eyes widened. “No. Really, that’s not necessary.”

      “You might have a sprain. A fracture.”

      She shook her head emphatically. “Just bumps, I promise.”

      “Bumps and gravel and blood,” he pointed out. “At the very least I need to make sure you get cleaned up, and clearly, you can’t walk on that ankle.”

      She gave him a look he couldn’t interpret. “I don’t need medical care.”

      And sad to say, he didn’t need a nuisance suit for personal injury, either. Not to say that she’d instigate anything of the kind, but he hadn’t gotten to where he was without learning a thing or two about human nature.

      People were greedy beings. And though Gray knew he wasn’t any particular exception to that trait, he also knew painfully well that the Hunt family and HuntCom made a particularly enticing target even to people who would ordinarily never think such things.

      That was reality.

      But so was the sight of her bleeding knees that made him wince inside. She was hurt and he was responsible. She hadn’t untied her fraying shoelace on purpose, after all.

      “I insist,” he told her.

      Her eyebrows rose, nearly disappearing into the tendrils of hair clinging to her sweaty forehead. “Is that so?” She seemed about to say more, only to press her lips together again.

      “We can work it out when we get you off this path,” he suggested. He’d simply call Loretta. She’d arrange everything with her usual minimum of fuss. Gray could be assured that this girl wouldn’t suffer any ill effects from their collision and he could get back to the matters at hand.

      “You mean you think you’ll get your way,” the girl murmured. “Once we’re off the trail.”

      He almost smiled. Fact was, Gray nearly always got his way, as she put it. “Do you have something against doctors?”

      “Only their bills,” she assured, looking a little too solemn for her wry tone. She lifted her shoulder. “I’m in the insurance void and, well, to be honest, I can’t afford yet another bill.”

      “Void?”

      “I, um, just started a new job here. My health insurance won’t kick in for another few weeks.”

      All new employees of HuntCom had to wait out their probationary period of ninety days before receiving insurance benefits. Simple business practice, he knew, yet this was the first time he’d ever personally encountered someone in the “void” as she called it. “Where do you work?”

      He could feel her withdrawal again like a physical thing. Who’d she think he was, anyway?

      The thought had him looking more sharply at her smooth, oval face. There was no question that she was pretty. But she had a wide-eyed earnestness about her that was disconcertingly disarming. “Are you new to the area, too?”

      “Pretty much.” She swiped her hand over her forehead, leaving her bangs in disheveled spikes, and another smear of blood in its wake.

      “Then as a Seattle lifer, I can’t have you thinking we’re hogs on the running trails.” He put his arm around her again, and this time she didn’t protest. He took part of her weight as they laboriously stepped along the path. It would have been much more expedient for him just to tote her entirely, but this time he kept his mouth shut on the reasoning.

      “On the left.”

      He looked over his shoulder at the runner bearing down on them and moved the girl out of the way with plenty of time as the young guy trotted past.

      “Worked for him,” Gray pointed out.

      She gave a soft half laugh, as if she couldn’t quite prevent it, even though she wanted to. “He also wasn’t going eighty in a thirty-mile zone.”

      He knew he’d been putting on the speed. Trying to outrun the problem hanging over him. “You should visit the hospital,” he said again. “The bill won’t be a problem,” he assured somewhat drily.

      “I suppose you’re another one of those guys who made a fortune in the dot-coms or something.” She flicked him a glance from beneath those long, soft lashes.

      “Or something,” he murmured, giving her another measuring look. It wasn’t arrogant of him to say that he was somewhat well-known, particularly in the Seattle area. Either she was a master of understatement, or she hadn’t recognized him. Once he told her his name, though, she undoubtedly would. “Where’d you say you moved from?”

      Her eyebrow arched. “I didn’t.”

      They rounded another curve in the path. It was beginning to level out. Another quarter mile, he knew, and they’d be back at the lot where his BMW was parked. “If you won’t let me take you to the hospital, at least let me get you to a clinic. You need some first aid, here. Even you must admit that.”

      She stopped her laborious limp of a walk and gave him a searching look. “Why are you doing this?”

      “That’s an odd question.”

      “Why?”

      “I plowed over you.”

      “Well—” she looked slightly discomfited “—I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

      “Big is a relative term,” he countered. “I could fit you in my pocket.”

      “Or your trunk.”

      He frowned at the flat statement. “Believe me, honey, you’re safe with me.”

      She looked away again.

      “And if you’re so wary of strangers, why do you run at this hour of the morning? It’s just now getting light and there are hardly any people here.”

      “I fit it in before work.” She still sounded stiff. “Why are you here at this hour?”

      “I fit it in before work,” he returned.

      Her lips compressed. “Well,