She lay sprawled on the asphalt, arms outstretched. Kamal stepped closer and, bending down, carefully examined her. The girl had been badly hurt: her brow and the bridge of her nose were split open, and her coat was unbuttoned.
His gaze inevitably slid over her long, slender legs, and for a moment an urge flashed to pull her skirt down.
Kamal let out a heavy breath and lifted her in his arms. The girl barely opened her eyes.
“Let go.”
“If I leave you here, someone else will pick you up,” he said, for some reason, and carried her to the car.
After laying the stranger in the back seat, Kamal noticed that she had slipped back into unconsciousness.
“Well, let’s go. You’ll get a ride.”