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body made contact with the coffee table. 
     
    “Who the fuck are you?” she asked, relaxing her posture.  Once she accepted I wasn’t her enemy, she didn’t hold back on the verbal assault. “And where the fuck am I?”
     
    “I’m just a good Samaritan,” I answered peacefully, knowing that saying my name would mean very little to her.  Instead, trying to let her know my intentions seemed like a better option.  “I found you in the woods hurt and brought you back here.”
     
    Her vertical position made blood drip onto her cheek.  Swiping her hand across her face, she cursed again and I thought immediately that she and Flynn would probably get along.
     
    “So, why were you there, in the woods?” I asked, while she wiped the blood on her jeans like it was something foreign to her.
     
    “Nothing,” she said, still surveying herself.  That gave me a better view of her upper body. 
     
    She was lean and athletic.  Not much on top, but enough.  Shaking my head, I shouldn’t ogle her tits.  But damn if I could stop myself.
     
    “You had to be out there for a reason and you’re bleeding.  Can I call someone for you?” I asked, bringing my eyes upwards.
     
    Focusing on me, she looked me up and down with a predatory eye.  I also got a strong impression she was checking me out at the same time. “No, nobody to call,” she said matter-of-factly.
     
    Moving my hands in frustration, I continued trying to get the answers she wasn’t giving me. “You were alone.  What were you doing?” I asked.  My interrogation was a bit mild, however I couldn’t be absolutely sure yet she wasn’t telling the truth.
     
    She was smoothing her hair at this point and had found the stickiness in it.  Pulling a bloody hand away she finally connected the dots, it appeared.  Her head snapped back up and eyes focused on me.  Determination was what I saw there. “I was backpacking, you know.  And I got lost,” she said and it almost sounded like truth.
     
    I didn’t believe it for a minute.  Flynn walked in at that moment and came into her view when he stood next to me.  Her eyes bugged out and if I wasn’t curious about reading her truthfulness, I might have left them to ogle each other.
     
    “Holy cow, you’re fucking hot,” she said.  Flynn laughed and I found myself rolling my eyes.  It wasn’t often that girls spoke what was clearly written on their faces.  “Have I ended up in California or something?” she smirked.
     
    Flynn, loving the attention, I was sure, said, “No, and why would you ask that.” 
     
    Her hands came out in front of her, smeared with blood, but she didn’t seem to be affected. Pointing at Flynn she said, “Well, you are Mr. Hollywood for sure.” Then those slim hands came in my direction, “And surfer boy here clearly belongs on a beach.”
     
    Laughing some more, Flynn said, “I think I’m going to like you a lot.”  He handed her the towel he’d brought.  She took it and wiped her hands and face, leaving bloody streaks on the tan thing.  I looked at the leather couch.  It appeared unscathed somehow.  There would be no need to clean it.
     
    Our guest flashed him a smile that accentuated the cleft in her chin.  Her smiled lit up her face, and the smattering of freckles across her nose brought to life the green in her eyes.  “Back at you Hollywood,” she said. “Hey, do you think I could borrow your shower.  I think I have blood in my hair,” she asked, very comfortably.  Something wasn’t right that she was just so casual about being in a house with two guys she didn’t know and then asking to take a shower bloody or not.
     
    Even so, catching Flynn’s eyes, I gave him my okay. “Sure,” Flynn said. “You can use the one in the second bedroom at the top of the stairs.  But if you go into mine, I could always help you wash your back.”  His smile dared her to.
     
    “Well, cowboy, I could give you a ride, but I don’t know if you are