Angel Sands Collection Books 1 - 3

by Carrie Elks

  Shit, shit, shit.

  “Nate, it’s Ally. Please call me back.”

  She hit the end button and tried calling Riley, but that clicked to voicemail, too. Ally stood, her heart hammering against her ribcage and looked around her empty apartment, as though she might find a solution there.

  Was Riley really going to jump?

  Of course she was. And she wouldn’t be the first. Ally could remember the kids back in high school doing the same thing – leaping from the cliff just past Silver Cove, where the ocean was deeper as it crashed against the shore. She could remember one of them having his arm in plaster from the tips of his finger right up to his shoulder, too, where he’d clipped the edge of some rocks as he’d plummeted into the water.

  Her heart hammering against her chest, Ally ran into the hallway and pulled on her running shoes, nearly falling to one side as she got them over her heel. Grabbing her keys, she ran as fast as she could down the stairs to the parking lot, jumping into her car and starting it up.

  It took five minutes to drive from her condo to the cliffs, but each minute felt like it was stretched so thin it was almost breaking. She could feel her breath shorten as the adrenaline rushed through her veins.

  Don’t jump, Riley. Please.

  There was no parking lot at the cliffs, but she could see a collection of cars parked at the edge of the road, and she pulled in behind them. In the distance, at the edge of the cliff, she could see ten or fifteen figures, all clustered together and pointing at the ocean below.

  The rain hadn’t eased off any since it had begun earlier that day, and the clouds had colored the ocean a foreboding dark grey. Ally felt the nausea rise up in her stomach as she saw the group step back, leaving a lone figure standing at the edge.

  “Riley!” Ally called out, but the rain and wind swallowed her words. The girl wouldn’t have heard her anyway. The group of teenagers were too loud, and she was too far away.

  There was nothing for it but to run.

  The ground was wet beneath her shoes, the grass slippery from the rain. Her running shoes skidded against the earth as she tried to speed up her gait, still calling at Riley not to jump.

  One of the girls noticed her, and elbowed another who turned around to look. They shouted at Riley, who was right at the edge of the cliff, peering over with her dark hair falling around her face.

  Riley slowly turned to look at Ally, her eyes wide with shock. Ally was so close now – only twenty feet away, and she opened her mouth to shout again, certain that this time Riley would hear her.

  But it was Riley who shouted first. “Look out!”

  Ally had no idea what she meant. Not until her foot hit hard rock instead of soft, wet grass, and she flew up into the air, weightless for a moment, before she came crashing down, her head hitting a rock, and her foot bending beneath her as her ankle gave a sickening crunch.

  For a second, Ally felt nothing at all. But a heartbeat later the pain rushed in, shooting like knives from her ankle, and throbbing like a bitch on her head. Her breath felt too shallow, like it was caught in her throat and unable to make it to her lungs. She needed to sit up, to get up, but her muscles wouldn’t move at all. It was as though she was pinned to the ground.

  “She’s bleeding from her head,” someone said, leaning over her.

  “Jesus, look at her foot. It shouldn’t be at that angle.”

  The voices were muffled, as though she was listening to a butt dial all over again, but she could barely concentrate on what they were saying. The pain was too acute, too overwhelming. She had to grit her teeth together not to scream.

  “Oh my God. Are you okay?” Riley asked, crouching down next to her. “Do you think you can get up?”

  Ally couldn’t reply. She had no breath left in her lungs. It hurt too much to even open her eyes.

  “Should we call an ambulance?” one of the girls said.

  Riley reached out to touch Ally’s face. “I’m so sorry,” she said, swallowing down a sob. “This is all my fault.”

  “It hurts,” Ally managed to get out.

  “Dude, that ankle looks pretty bad,” one of the guys standing by Ally’s feet said.

  Yeah, it felt pretty bad, too, she wanted to say. But then another pulse of pain shot up from her foot and she let out a low groan.

  “Okay, I’m gonna call 911,” Riley said, patting Ally’s hair as though she was a little girl. “And the rest of you might want to get out of here, because after that I’m calling my dad and he’s definitely gonna kill me.”

  Nate rushed toward the hospital desk, breathless from running from the car to the building. “I’m looking for my daughter, Riley Crawford,” he said to the nurse behind the glass. “I’m her dad.”

  “Riley Crawford,” the nurse murmured, tapping something into her computer. “No, we don’t have a Riley Crawford here.”

  “She’s not been admitted,” he told her, finally catching his breath. “She came in with a friend. She’s sixteen, has long dark hair and a pale face.” He looked around the waiting room, trying to see if he could see her.

  “Is that her?” the nurse asked, pointing over his shoulder. He followed her gesture, and saw Riley sitting on a chair in the far corner, her legs pulled up to her chest as though she was trying to make herself as small as possible. “She came in about an hour ago,” the nurse told him. “Her friend has been taken back for examination.”

  Nate nodded at the nurse before turning and covering the distance to his daughter. Her eyes were rimmed with red, her expression crumpled.

  “Oh, Dad.” She launched herself into his arms. Nate held her tight, his body slumping with relief. After everything she’d been through he couldn’t bear to see her hurt. She might have driven him crazy on a good day, but she was his daughter, and he’d do anything to protect her.

  “You’re okay?” he asked her, her hair muffling his voice. “Not hurt?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “And your friend? What happened to her?”

  Riley looked up at him, and there was something different in her watery eyes. A look of fear. “It’s not a friend exactly…” she muttered. “It’s Ally.”

  Nate blinked. It took a second or two for him to connect the dots “Ally Sutton? From the coffee shop?” How on earth was she involved?

  Riley nodded mutely.

  “What happened to her? Why’s she here?” Nate asked, every muscle in his body tensing. “Is she okay?”

  “I don’t know,” Riley wailed, her words tumbling over each other. “She looked really hurt. She was bleeding from her head and her ankle was all swollen and I’ve no idea how she’s doing. Nobody will tell me.”

  “How did she get hurt? Was it a car accident? Did you see it happen?”

  Riley shook her head. “She was running and tripped on a rock.”

  Jesus. Nate closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again because he could picture her slamming against the sharp, jagged stone, and could almost feel how painful it was. She had to have hit it damn hard to have the injuries Riley described.

  “Where?” he asked her. “At the beach?”

  As soon as he asked, he knew there was more to the story than his daughter was telling him. He only had to look at the guilty expression on her face. “Riley?” he asked, his voice a little rougher now. “What happened?”

  “I’ll tell you,” she said, “But you have to promise not to kill me.” She looked around. “Because I have about a hundred witnesses here.”

  “Miss Sutton?”

  Ally slowly opened her eyes. It took a couple of attempts because they were stuck together with gunk. “What?” she said, frowning as she looked around. Oh yeah, she was in the hospital, with a foot that hurt like hell…

  Except it didn’t any more. Well that was interesting.

  A woman was leaning over her, dressed in green scrubs. “I’m Doctor Southern,” she said. “How are your pain levels on a scale of 1 to 10?”

  Ally thought for a m
oment. Yeah, the excruciating pain in her leg had gone, but she could feel her whole body throb with a dull ache. “Um, two or three.”

  “That’s good. We’re pumping some pretty heavy painkillers into you right now, so I’m glad to hear they’re working. As you can probably feel, we’ve put your leg in a temporary cast. The x-rays show a clean break in your ankle. I’m hoping you won’t need surgical intervention, but we won’t know until the swelling goes down and we give you a CAT scan.”

  “I had an x-ray?” Ally asked, frowning. “Was I unconscious?”

  Doctor Southern smiled. “Not unconscious, but you were a little out of it. It’ll probably come back to you slowly.” She picked up the white pad at the end of Ally’s bed and scribbled something on it. “We also had to put a couple of stitches in your head. There’s no permanent damage there, but there’s always the danger of concussion. Do you have somebody who can sit with you tonight?”

  “You’re releasing me?” Well that wasn’t so bad. At least she wouldn’t have to stay here any longer. Ally couldn’t wait to get back home.

  “Yes, if you have someone to take care of you. Then you can come back tomorrow for us to fix you up.”

  She considered lying. Inventing a friend or a family member who wouldn’t mind dropping everything and sitting by her bed all night to make sure she was breathing.

  But what if she actually stopped breathing and nobody was there?

  “I live alone,” she said. “And everybody I know works. I couldn’t ask them to do that.”

  The doctor looked way too sympathetic for Ally’s comfort. “It’s not like I don’t have any friends,” Ally added. “I’m not a loser or anything. I’m just very independent.”

  “I’d like to keep you overnight then, just to be safe,” the doctor said. “But you’re really going to need somebody to support you when you go home. You could be in a cast for up to twelve weeks, and using crutches, too. It takes some time to get used to the decreased mobility.”

  “Twelve weeks,” Ally repeated, her voice faint.

  “It might be less. We’ll know more when the swelling goes down.” She hooked the clipboard back in place. “Now, try to get some rest and I’ll arrange for you to stay the night. Oh, and you have a couple of friends asking about you. Is it okay if I let them know how you’re doing?”

  “Sure,” Ally agreed, letting her head fall back on the pillow. She really did feel drowsy. Maybe it was something to do with the painkillers. Whatever it was, her eyelids were fluttering before Doctor Southern made it out of the door.

  And as she heard the creak of the hinges and the door close behind the doctor, the last thought that made its way through Ally’s conscious mind made her want to shiver.

  She wasn’t going to be able to do any running at all for the next three months, right when she needed the distraction the most.

  9

  “Oh sweetie, you look awful. How are you feeling?” Brooke sat down in the chair next to Ally’s hospital bed, wincing as she took everything in. “I can’t believe you did all this just from tripping over a rock. It must have been so painful.”

  “It wasn’t a lot of fun,” Ally said, her voice croaky. She took a sip of water from the cup next to her bed. “But the painkillers are great. I don’t feel a thing right now.”

  “Only you would go out running in the rain,” Ember said. She’d taken the chair on the other side of Ally. Her fiancé, Lucas, was sitting at the end of the bed, and gave Ally a reassuring smile when she looked over at him.

  “I wasn’t doing it for fun,” Ally pointed out. “I was trying to stop Riley from jumping off the cliff.”

  Lucas sat straight up at that. Always the firefighter, he was alert at the first sign of danger. “It’s okay, Lucas,” Ally told him. “She didn’t jump.”

  “I’ll never get why kids do stuff like that,” he said, shaking his head. “As if there aren’t enough dangers around already, they have to invent some more.”

  “As I recall, you liked a little bit of danger yourself when you were younger,” Ember pointed out, her eyes soft as she smiled at him. “Or at least, that’s what I’ve heard. There were always more injuries on the sports field than anywhere else at school. Didn’t you break your arm once?”

  “Yeah, but that was football. It’s different.”

  “Of course it is.”

  “Hey, does anybody want coffee?” Lucas asked, standing up and stretching his arms. “I’ll head over to the café and pick some up before I get myself into trouble.”

  Ember and Brooke gave him their order, and he left in a hurry, as though he was allergic to hospital rooms and legs in casts.

  “Okay, so now that he’s gone, tell us all the gory details,” Ember said, leaning forward. “And don’t leave anything out.”

  It took Ally ten minutes to tell them the story of Riley and the cliff – mostly thanks to their questions about who Riley was, why she had Ally’s number, and why Ally had run as soon as she’d called.

  “So she’s your boss’ daughter?” Brooke asked. “That’s the only connection?”

  “I felt sorry for her,” Ally said, feeling a little defensive. “She’s new in town and she lost her mom earlier this year. Now her dad’s spending night and day running a coffee shop while she has to come to terms with everything.”

  “Sounds familiar,” Ember said, raising her eyebrows. “No wonder you feel sorry for her. You know exactly what she’s going through.” She leaned her head to the side. “What’s her dad like?”

  “He’s okay.” Ally’s cheeks heated up too much to escape the notice of her two best friends. She quickly added, “For an older guy and a boss.”

  “Why are you blushing?” Ember asked. She turned to Brooke. “She’s totally blushing, right?”

  “Mmhmm.” Brooke nodded. “As red as they come.”

  “It’s hot in here,” Ally complained. “That’s why. It’s warmer in here than it is at the beach.” She pulled at the collar of her gown and looked up at her friends. “Aren’t you hot?”

  “Nope.” Ember shook her head. “Let’s take it back a bit. So Riley’s dad is nice for an older guy.” There was a glint in Ember’s eye. “And he makes you get all hot and bothered.”

  Brooke rubbed her palms together. “I knew I did the right thing leaving Nick with my parents,” she said. She and Ember looked as though they were having way too much fun for Ally’s liking.

  They were both looking right at her, their eyes wide, and their lips curled up while they waited for her to say something.

  “What?” she finally responded.

  “He’s hot, right?” Ember asked.

  Ally shrugged, trying to look cool, which was almost impossible in this heat. “I’ve no idea. He’s my boss.” She pulled at the gown she was wearing, dragging the lines that were attached to the top of her hand. “I can’t believe they’ve put the heat on in here. So we had a bit of rain. It’s hardly arctic conditions out there.”

  “The heat isn’t on,” Ember told her, giving her a knowing smile.

  “Are you enjoying this?” Ally asked her, grimacing like a child.

  “Yep. The hunter is finally being hunted. Remember how much hell you gave me when I first started seeing Lucas?”

  “Ugh.” Ally lay back and closed her eyes for a moment. “I’m injured, guys. You’re supposed to be nice to me.”

  “Do you need some more painkillers?” Brooke asked. “Shall I call a nurse?”

  Ally shook her head. “No.”

  But then the door opened, and Ally took a moment to steady herself again. She loved Ember and Brooke like sisters, but sometimes they were way too inquisitive for their own good.

  She’d have to remember that the next time she was interrogating them.

  “You have some more visitors,” a nurse said, popping her head around the door. “You’re only supposed to have three at a time, but as long as they don’t stay too long I’ll look the other way.”

  She stepped back and
opened the door wider to allow Ally’s visitors to walk inside. Lorne Daniels shuffled in first, followed by Frank Megassey and his wife. Ember and Brooke immediately stood up, offering their chairs to Lorne and Mrs. Megassey. Frank stood to the side of her, inspecting each machine as though he was planning to sell them in his hardware store.

  The room that had seemed so spacious and empty had turned decidedly cozy.

  “Heard you got up to some fun on the cliffs,” Lorne said, leaning forward to clasp her hand between his. “What have I told you about cliff jumping?”

  Ally smiled at him. “You know me, I never did listen to my elders.”

  “Ain’t that the truth,” Frank said. He was staring intently at the machine that was liberally dripping painkillers through the tube into Ally’s hand. “Remember how much trouble she was as a kid? Her dad was always pulling his hair out.”

  “Well, this time it was another kid in trouble, not me. I’m blameless, ” Ally told him. Her mock petulance made him raise his eyebrows.

  “That’s what you always used to say. ‘It’s not my fault, Uncle Lorne. The other kids dared me.’” He said it in a falsetto tone which made Ember and Brooke crack up.

  “Remember that time you camped out alone at the Silver Cove Resort?” Brooke said.

  “You’re starting in on me, too? I thought you were meant to be on my side.” Ally considered pushing the button to let out an extra shot of painkiller. The doctor had told her she had up to one boost an hour.

  “I am. I was in awe of you. That place always scared the hell out of me.”

  “Well, I can confirm there are no ghosts at the Silver Cove Resort,” Ally told her. “Just crumbling old buildings and a whole lot of dust.”

  “Well, you’re not gonna be camping anywhere for the next few weeks,” Frank said, finally pulling his attention away from all the equipment. “Not going to be doing very much at all until your ankle heals.”

  Ally took a deep breath. The thought of sitting around for that long made her want to get up and run away.