A CHIPPED TOOTH
The world spun as Ellie tripped and landed face down in the car park. Pain exploded across her gums and jaw. Had she lost a front tooth? Sitting up, she cradled her chin in her hands.
‘Are you OK?’ A man crouched down beside her – dark hair, dark eyes. A handsome stranger. Although why Ellie should notice this was beyond her.
He helped Ellie to her feet, guiding her away from the wet leaves she’d slipped on.
‘I’m fine, thanks.’ Dazed, Ellie staggered to her car. Studying her reflection in the wing mirror, she tasted blood.
The man handed her a tissue, which she pressed against her left front tooth. It stayed put, but the probing sent waves of pain shooting up the side of her face.
‘Are you all right to drive?’ he asked.
‘I’ll be fine.’ Ellie slid in behind the steering wheel. ‘Thanks for helping me.’
‘It could be a lot worse,’ her mum Rose
