"It didn't feel like a choice," I admitted. "I just did it."
"Like I said, instincts." The EMT smiled at me. "Maybe you should consider a change of career."
I heard his words over and over again as I waited at the scene. The police arrived seconds later and asked me to explain the accident. I described the car with the Iowa plates. It had driven off as soon as the black sedan crashed. The pedestrians all agreed with me that the driver of the black sedan was only trying to prevent a worse accident by swerving off the road.
After I was done, an older couple was waiting to talk to me. The officers introduced them as the driver's parents.
"He was coming to pick us up so we did not have to walk in the heat," his mother said. There was a heavy catch in her voice. "He could have been killed."
"Your son is a smart man, he was wearing his seat belt," I said.
"Even so, he got hurt," she said. "Thank God you kept such a clear head. Everyone said you jumped in right away. We wanted to say thank you."
They insisted that I come with them to the ambulance where their son was waiting to go to the hospital and have his broken arm set. He smiled when he saw me.
"You were right, my mother did not care that you used her scarf," he said.
"Oh, Evan, don't be
silly," the older woman said. She swatted his foot as he sat on the gurney in the ambulance.
"Thank you," Evan said. "You saved me."
"That's a bit dramatic," I told him.
He laughed, "Well, you at least stopped me from wandering off and hurting my arm more. You should hear the horror stories the EMTs are telling about what people accidentally do when they are in shock."
Evan's father cleared his throat. "Before you go, isn't there something else you wanted to say?"
Evan rolled his eyes. "I'm 30, but they still treat me like I'm a kid. I wanted to thank you properly and invite you to have dinner with us tomorrow night."
I shook my head. "That is not necessary. Thank you, but no."
"Please, we insist," Evan's mother said. "We have reservations at the new Bellagio restaurant. Five stars, or so we heard. You have to join us."
I blinked. It was too much like a fairy tale. It only took a second glance to realize the wealth of the couple and their adult son. She wore diamond stud earrings that flashed brighter than supernovas, her husband had the most expensive watch I had ever seen, and the totaled car was a brand new top-of-the-line Mercedes. And people paid thousands of dollars just for a reservation at the restaurant she had casually mentioned.
"No, really," I said, "I'm just glad I could help."
"At least tell me your name," Evan said. The EMTs helped his parents into the ambulance and then climbed into the rig and got ready to shut the doors.
"Quinn Thomas," I said. "I live nearby."
Evan waved through the doors of the ambulance as they pulled away. I wondered why I had included the information about where I was from, but then again, it was not every day that I saved a handsome rich man.
"Quinn? Are you alright? What the hell happened out here?" Owen grabbed my arm from out of nowhere.
"Oh, I was just walking along when Evan swerved to avoid hitting another car. He totaled his Mercedes and broke his arm. I put it in a sling and helped stopped the bleeding on his head before the EMTs got here." I stopped, realizing that I was rambling.
"Who the hell is Evan?" Owen asked.
His jealousy hit me off guard and I did not know whether to laugh or scream.
Chapter Sixteen
Owen
My heart was hammering. I had watched Quinn leave the Luxor ballroom. She had marched out without looking at anything. That was when I had realized her father had not talked to her. She had no idea why I suddenly was giving her space. In her mind, I had slept with her, then publicly turned away from her again and again.