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her linens? A charming possibility.
“How long?” she asked after she’d downed the
water and handed the glass back to him.
“Three days.”
She blinked. Three days. Memories flashed like a
slide show. Pain. Blood. Him carrying her to her bed,
talking to her, calming her. Carrying her to the bathroom, holding her while she—
No, please, no. That was too mortifying.
Surreptitiously, she ran her hand along her thigh
and encountered only skin. Her heart thudded in her
chest. Sliding her palm up to her hip, her waist, she
found more skin.
“You stripped me!”
His smile was mocking. “Would you have preferred
that I leave you in your blood-soaked, ragged clothes?”
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“Yes!” He’d seen her naked. Completely, utterly
naked. And at her worst.Dandy.
He laughed, a dark, low sound. “Well, you weren’t
conscious to express your preference, so I followed my
own. Leaving you in blood-spattered, mud-caked
clothing seemed the greater of evils.”
Heart hammering, she stared at him, broad chest and
taut belly, faded denim hugging muscled thighs.
“What happened to your shirt?”
Again, that mocking smile. “You bled on it.”
Fair enough.
She knew there were things she ought to be focusing
on. Instead, her gaze slid to his mouth, and she focused
