Page 77 of Native Hawk
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“You’re hurt,” she accused.
“It’s just a bruise.”
“Let me see.” She took his hand, pulling him toward the bed.
He followed her willingly and sat on the edge of the mattress. “You were pretty brave out there.”
“Not as brave as you.”
She gazed into his dark and sparkling eyes. They were full of pride and love and something else…
Lust.
Santo cielo,how could Drew think of sex at a time like this?
“You know,” he murmured, lifting a hand to cup her cheek, “I’m not hurt from the waist down.”
Despite her worry about his ribs, she couldn’t resist smiling at his teasing words. And the sight of his bare chest, sleek and golden and full of muscle, sent a thrill through her that made every nerve tingle.
