Fortune's Cinderella by Karen Templeton Read Free Book Online

vehicles toward her, the warm sun again giving the lie to the wicked, bizarre weather from the day before. Wrapped in a silver Mylar blanket and propped up on a gurney, her arm strapped to her chest, his mother accepted his kiss, then asked, with anxious eyes, if they’d found Emily.
    “Yes. A few minutes ago—”
    “Is she…is she all right?”
    “She’s fine. Her ankle’s a little messed up, but you know our Em—can’t keep a good girl down—”
    “And Jordana?”
    Figuring whatever they’d given her, combined with the trauma, was playing tricks with their mother’s head, Scott said quietly,
    “Jordana didn’t come, remember? She stayed at the resort—”
    “No, no—she called me on my cell about ten minutes before the tornado hit, said she’d changed her mind and was getting a ride to the airport with that Tanner person.” She grasped Scott’s wrist with her good hand, her eyes wide with fear. “Oh, God, Scott—if she was on the road—”
    “I’m sure she’s fine, Mom,” Scott said evenly, even if his stomach didn’t agree.
    “All righty, Mrs. Fortune, we need to get going,” the attendant said, adding, as another pair of EMTs wheeled Emily toward them,
    “Your daughter’s going to ride with you, how’s that?”
    “Emily, sweetheart…!”
    As the last ambulance finally pulled away with his mother and sister inside, Scott stood with his hands in his pants pockets, a light, chilly breeze ruffling his hair as he surveyed the decimated landscape—fences gone, trees uprooted or snapped in two, entire windbreaks felled like bowling pins. Oddly, the storm seemed to have inflicted far less damage to the flight school building behind him—it was still standing, at least—but Scott had overheard some of the rescuers saying that this tornado was only one of a series.
    That others—although not as devastating, thankfully—had also touched down in Red Rock itself, causing even more damage.
    Blake came up beside him, one hand on his hip, the other cuffing the back of his neck. “Holy crap.”
    “That about sums it up.”
    “Think this is what’s known as one of those life-altering events.”
    A lot more than you know, Scott mused, his thoughts drifting back to Christina—the heat of her hand gripping his, her trusting weight against his chest…the lingering buzz from that sweetly electric kiss. Still. Even in the clear light of day.
    Crazy.
    But damn if he didn’t feel as though somebody’d flipped a switch in his brain…a switch he hadn’t even known had been in the
    “off” position.
    He looked back over Blake’s shoulder to see their cousin picking through the debris, wobbling on her high-heeled boots like a tipsy mountain goat. “What on earth is Victoria doing?”
    “Looking for her luggage, she said. I suppose it’s giving her something to focus on so she won’t freak out.” Blake met Scott’s gaze. “She keeps talking about some dude in a cowboy hat pulling her out of the rubble then disappearing. Got any clue who she’s talking about?”
    “None,” Scott said, thinking he had far more pressing things on his mind than Victoria’s mystery cowboy in shining armor. Like the woman who, in one night, had twisted him far more inside out than a tornado ever could. Not knowing how badly she was hurt…
    Pulling the rental’s keys from his pocket, Scott called to his cousin. “Vicki! We need to get to the hospital.”
    She looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun. The wind caught in her hair, whipping it around her smudged face. “But…my things…”
    “Now, Victoria,” Scott said sharply, walking to the SUV, his brother and muttering cousin following suit.
    “Sorry,” she mumbled after she got into the back. “I’m just hungry. And exhausted. And…” She let out a muffled sob. “And when I think—”
    “It’s okay, honey,” Scott said as they slowly pulled away, the car’s shocks working overtime as they drove over the chewed up ground. “We’ve all