Chapter Six
We all jump out of the cart, running to where Mr. Masters is sprawled on the ground. “Oh my God, Mr. Masters. Are-are you all right?” I stammer as I drop to the ground beside him.
“I’m fine.” He groans, slowly trying to push himself up. “Why weren’t you looking where you were going?”
“Why did you jump in front of the buggy?” I hit back.
“I was trying to get your attention.” He stands and dusts the dirt from his shirt.
Stupid man. Who runs out in front of a moving vehicle? I could have killed him.
“Dad.” Sam hugs him.
“It was an accident, Dad,” Willow mutters. “Brielle didn’t mean it.” Her nervous gaze flashes to me. “Did you?”
I shake my head. “No, no, I didn’t. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” I ask. I cannot believe I actually ran him over. “We need to take you to the ho
