Stolen Kisses With Her Boss. Susan Carlisle

lightly patted her leg, trying to comfort her. “You’re going to be fine.”

      The girl gave her a tear-filled look. “My parents are going to be so mad at me. They told me not to come to the party.”

      A knot formed in Cynthia’s stomach. She wasn’t looking forward to the conversation to come. “I’m sure they’ll understand. Right now let’s worry about that ankle. We need to get you to the car and on to the hospital.”

      “I want to stabilize the foot more before she’s moved just on the off chance it’s broken,” Sean said.

      Cynthia turned to him. “How do we do that?”

      “We need something to wrap around the shoe that will support the ankle. A long piece of cloth, anything.” Sean looked at her then above them at the others watching.