Harry scrambled but he was too slow.
Becky collapsed to her knees. Tangled in the crutches and with one leg out of commission she went down hard on the grass. The retching sound that ripped from her had him rushing forward.
He pulled her hair clear barely in time and did his best to support her as she heaved long past dry before collapsing against him.
“Wow, Becky.” Harry didn’t really know what else to say.
“I’m done utterly barfing my guts out now.”
“Yeah.” He never met a woman who could laugh at herself when she was in complete misery—not that he usually hung around for such moments, but it was still impressive. “Yeah.”
“Sure. Fine. Whatever.” She flapped a hand indicating the mess she’d just made.
“Nothing a hose won’t fix. Let’s get you back on the couch,” he scooped her up int
