Dropping down on one knee, he touched her shoulder. “Cate?” Her name came out in a hoarse whisper.
She blinked up at him in confusion. “Clay? What are you doing here?”
“I was going to help you fly the kite. I see I’m too late.” She struggled to sit up, but he restrained her. “I’m not sure you should move until we know if you’re hurt.”
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