The paramedics arrived first, followed quickly by a fire truck. Quinn went to meet them, and directed the medics to Amanda. Then he talked with the fire personnel who were setting up cones to route people around the scene. Adam stayed at her side, a gesture she would probably have found comforting if it had been anyone else. And oddly, when the medics offered her a warmed blanket, she didn’t want to give up his jacket. But since he was standing there in the cold rain in shirtsleeves, she let them take it.

“It’s his,” she said, glancing at him.

And for the first time she realized just how wet he was; the shirt he wore was sopping. And as she looked, she put together the man who’d had the strength to get that jammed door open with the man who stood there now, a wet cotton shirt clinging to every inch of his broad chest and muscled arms. He’d definitely put on some muscle, had Adam Kirk, and he hadn’t exactly been a lightweight in that department before.

She finally noticed that she was staring—and worse, liking what she saw—and jerked her head away, making one of the medics drop the pad he’d been cleaning her cut with.

“Sorry,” she muttered.

“No problem,” the man said. “Do you recall hitting your head?”

“No. Did I?”

“Did you lose consciousness at all?”

Her eyes widened. “No.”

“I was here within seconds,” Adam said, the first time he’d spoken since the emergency crews had arrived, “and she was conscious and coherent.”

“Just covering the bases,” the medic assured her. “You’ve got a bit of a lump there, but not bad. We can take you in if you want, but this looks minor enough you can probably check with your own doctor. I’d guess you’ll have some seat belt bruises, but this doesn’t look anything worse than a bump. Just don’t be alone for the next twelve hours at least, twenty-four would be better, and if you start having headaches, or dizziness, or your vision is affected, then you need to get to the ER.”

“I’ll be fine. Thank you very much.”

“Nothing left but the paperwork, then,” the man said cheerfully.

A few minutes later a sheriff’s deputy was there, a woman who greeted the Foxworths as if she knew them. But she was all business when she got to Amanda. They already had several reports from witnesses who had called in, she said, but she wanted to hear Amanda’s description of what had happened.