but Kerri wouldn’t have changed a thing she did to escape.
“Okay,” Ali spoke, “let’s get your leg cleaned up now and a fresh bandage then we can go get some breakfast and meet the rest of the family.”
Kerri winced a couple of times as she helped Ali remove the soiled bandage. She grimaced when she saw the long, jagged scar running from her hip to her knee. “Wow, I really did a number on myself,” she said out loud.
“You did this to yourself?” Ali looked shocked.
“Yeah, I jumped out a window to escape my kidnapper. I thought I knocked all the glass out, but evidently I missed a piece,” Kerri said, smiling.
Ali laughed. “Yeah, I would say you missed a pretty big piece.”
The scar was angry-looking, red, and puffy. Her leg was still swollen, judging by the way the stitches pulled in certain places. The doctors did a good job sewing her back up, but Kerri knew she would always have the scar as a reminder of what happened. She was okay with that because it would also be a reminder to never let her guard down again.
Once she was bandaged, Ali helped her pull on a pair of sweats. They fit but were too long, so Ali rolled the legs up a couple of times. Once she was finished, she patted Kerri’s leg and gave her a look of sympathy.
“Don’t worry about the scar. It doesn’t determine who you are. Plus”—she winked—“I know for a fact that Chase won’t care one bit.”
“Oh, I wasn’t worried about that, but what do you mean you know for a fact that Chase won’t care? Does this have anything to do with what you said earlier about speaking from experience?”
Kerri told herself to mind her own business, but Ali was so open and honest that it made Kerri want to know everything about her. She could see innocence in Ali that made her want to not only be her friend but to protect her as well. Ali stood from the bed and smiled. She turned and grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it. Kerri gasped when she saw the jagged scar going down the right side of her back from shoulder to hip. The scar was discolored, but Kerri could tell she had received it a while ago. That meant that Ali had to have been almost a child when it happened. Kerri immediately became angry. Who would hurt someone like this? She hoped that whoever did it was either dead or in jail.
“Who did this to you?” She tried but failed to keep the anger out of her voice.
Ali laughed. “Calm down, Kerri. No one did this to me. I got it in a car accident a few years ago.”
Kerri let her anger go and settled back against the bed.
“If you think my scar is bad, maybe I shouldn’t tell you about Cane’s.”
“Who is Cane?”
Ali settled back on the bed. “If you are going to be here a while, then there are a few things you should know about our family. “Cane is married to my brother, Duncan, and his best friend, Logan.”
Kerri couldn’t keep the shock off her face. “Two men? Wow, I can barely handle one.”
Ali giggled. “I’m glad you aren’t disgusted. A lot of the women in town are, and they give Cane a hard time, but she doesn’t care. She loves Duncan and Logan. They are about seven months pregnant with twins.”
Kerri loved babies. I wonder if Chase loves kids. Whoa, where did that thought come from. Slow down. You only shared one “almost kiss” with him. No reason to be thinking about having babies with the man. “I bet the women in town are just jealous. What woman wouldn’t want to have two men? Wait,” she said, narrowing her eyes to look at Ali. “Should we even be talking about this? How old are you?” Ali giggled again, and Keri was beginning to suspect that it was something she did all the time.
“I am seventeen. I will be eighteen in a couple months, but don’t worry. I haven’t lived some sheltered life. Believe me. Growing up, having all the girls in town falling all over my three brothers and Logan, I had to hear everything they did. If it wasn’t girls bragging on what a good
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