Butterfly Cove

The driver in the truck hit his accelerator, trying to pass an oncoming SUV, but he was too late. Olivia heard the awful whine of brakes as he skidded hard and struck the SUV. Both vehicles spun toward the ocean.

Rocks tumbled as the SUV skidded into the mud. Directly in front of her, Olivia saw a minivan with a school logo half buried in another mudslide. Two adults were at the doors, calming the frightened children.

But the stalled school minivan blocked the road.

There was no room in her lane. Olivia had to make a decision, and she had less than a second to do it. Otherwise she would hit the van.

Lights flickered in the oncoming lane. Olivia prayed she would make the right choice.

She hit her brights twice and turned left. Rain hammered down, and more mud washed off the inland hill. She saw the worried face of the school-bus driver as she passed. Olivia hoped they had called for help, but she didn’t dare dig in her bag for her cell phone. She needed all her attention to keep from skidding.

Headlights loomed out of the sheeting rain. She heard the shrill cry of a siren as she yanked the wheel right, back into her lane. The siren grew louder.

A car shot out of the fog in front of her. With a sickening crunch, metal hit metal. Olivia felt her tires spin wildly and go into a skid.

She was going to die right here. Right in the middle of the coast highway. It just wasn’t fair, because she hadn’t even begun to live. She had responsibilities, friends that would miss her. And somewhere, there might be a man she could love....

Olivia wanted to love someone. She wanted to feel strong arms around her at night and wake up to a warm body wrapped around hers.

Light exploded behind her eyes as something struck her hard from behind. The force of impact spun her car back into oncoming traffic.

Her head snapped forward and her shoulder slammed against the wheel. Through a haze of pain, she saw a police car cut across in front of her. Had she run into it?

The doors swung open and a man climbed out.

The siren seemed to come from everywhere, shrill and high. Lights flashed in front of Olivia’s eyes, leaving her nauseous. Her shoulder was on fire and she couldn’t seem to breathe.

Then she fell into a well of endless pain.

* * *

OLIVIA OPENED HER eyes to searing torment at her neck and shoulder.

Someone was pounding on her car door, trying to get in.

She lifted her hand and even that tiny movement was excruciating. A blurry figure was pointing downward and jamming something into the window.

Olivia gritted her teeth, inched forward and gasped in pain as she managed to unlock the car door. When it opened, she almost plunged to the ground.

Strong arms caught her.

“Are you okay? That was a bad impact.”

The words sounded blurry. They were swallowed up by the banging behind her eyes and the slam of her pulse.

“Need to get you out of this car.”

Strong hands released her seat belt. With an odd sense of detachment, she felt the officer touch her neck, then pull back her hair. Searching for signs of trauma, Olivia guessed. If she remembered that, she hadn’t lost all her faculties.

“Where does it hurt?”

“My neck. I hit my head.” She shivered as rain struck her face. Then Olivia gave a broken laugh. “Everywhere hurts.”

“Let’s get you somewhere safe. I put up some flares to hold traffic. An ambulance should be here shortly.” There was something comforting about his low, husky monotone. It made her feel he wasn’t scared. As if he did this all the time, pulling people out of wrecked cars during a major coastal storm.

“Ready to go?”

Olivia half nodded. She tried to see his face, but it was raining too hard.

There was something else. Something about that voice...

But her head was starting to throb and when he tried to lift her, something in her shoulder popped. A bone shifted and then ground against another joint.

She screamed at the sudden, blinding pain.

Dimly she felt him lean her back against the seat. He crouched beside her and touched her forehead. “You’ve got a dislocated shoulder. I heard that joint give way and I can see its position. I can set it back into place, and since I don’t know how long that ambulance is going to take, I think that would be best—if you agree.”

Olivia could barely understand him. Every fiber of her being was screaming madly from the pain in her shoulder.

“Do you understand? It’s going to hurt, but you’ll feel better. Nod if you hear me and if you agree.”

Olivia locked her jaw and managed one sharp nod of assent.

She hadn’t known it was possible to feel pain like this. It wiped out all her sanity and logic. She had to make it end.

“Do whatever. Just do it now. Make it s-stop.”

“We’ll get you through this.” He leaned closer, his chest against hers. He pulled off her scarf and opened the top of her sweater, touching her shoulder.

Olivia realized he was being as gentle as he could, taking time.

She didn’t want him to be gentle. “Just do it. Do it now. Whatever it takes.”

“Okay.” One strong arm slid around her back and his other hand locked. “This is some heck of a storm. They said to expect rain, but who knew the hillside would collapse. If there’s one thing I hate—”

Olivia’s mind was screaming for him to stop talking and make the pain go away. But she was following his words, slipping in and out of consciousness as he rotated her arm and then raised it, holding its position tightly. He was gentle, but the pain was excruciating, bone slipping against bone.

Olivia gasped and passed out.

* * *

IT WAS GOING to be one of those nights, the new deputy for Summer Island thought.

He got the children off to safety, crowding them into the police cruiser, which he had pulled to the side of the road. Once they and their teacher were safe, he checked on the status of the ambulance and the highway patrol. Neither was due for another six minutes. The first winter storm of the season had left traffic snarled along the coast for forty miles.

Officer Rafe Russo walked to the damaged car and took a deep breath. She looked thinner and more tired than he remembered, but Rafe had recognized her instantly. You never forgot your first love.

He was still shaken at seeing Olivia Sullivan and he was worried about her condition. She was unconscious now. He knew that the pain had been overwhelming. Dislocated shoulders were a bitch, no mistake about it. Rafe had had a few of his own, so he knew what Olivia was going through.