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looks as a weapon not to know when a man found her attractive.
    She sat and bent down to take off her boots, making sure to display her breasts to their very full advantage. As she stretched out on her stomach, Nathan detoured into the kitchen for a bowl of hot water. Kneeling beside the couch when he returned, he set to work, gently wiping the blood from her skin. His fingers were light and skilled, as though he regularly cleaned and bandaged injured damsels in distress. But occasionally, his hands strayed, brushing against skin she knew couldn’t be injured or stained with blood.
    He paused long enough to drench a cotton ball with the hydrogen peroxide. “This might sting a little.” He touched the edge of the injury lightly, then rubbed it across the length of the cut without further warning.
    “A little” was an understatement. With a sharp hiss, Remy buried her face in the pillow she’d grabbed, steeling against the deliberate swabs across the wound. To his credit, Nathan worked quickly. By the time she started to relax, he was done.
    She lifted her head and met his concerned gaze. The brilliance of his blue eyes made her mouth go dry, and for a second, she forgot what she was going to say. All that seemed to compute was, God, he’s gorgeous .
    As she watched, Nathan leaned over to blow across her burning skin. Goose bumps erupted across her back, and the base of her spine tingled. If Nathan noticed her reaction, he didn’t give any indication as he placed folded pieces of gauze over the cut.
    “I think you’re going to survive. But it was touch and go there for a while.”
    Again, he worked efficiently to bandage her, but she felt his fingers drifting, his skin rough against her smooth skin.
    “Do you have any clotters to stop the bleeding?”
    “No. I’ve got some painkillers.”
    His careful tone and the slight draw of his brows told Remy what might be street common in her time wasn’t quite as universal now. She made a mental note. No blood clotters. That meant being a little more cautious than she would normally.
    “Painkillers are great.”
    “Where else are you hurt?”
    “My leg’s been bleeding since the warehouse. But since that means taking off my pants…”
    She stopped, rolling onto her side to face him. Truth be told, she was ready to strip out of the rest of her clothes right then. His fingertips had scalded everywhere they’d touched. Her pussy was slick with want, and it had been too long since she’d felt free enough to admit to an honest physical attraction, at least to herself. That kind of need made a person vulnerable, a reaction she couldn’t afford. It let people in, and once there, wreak all kinds of damage. But the urge to feel his arms around her, in passion this time rather than restraint, almost had her reaching out for him.
    But only almost. Because regardless of what she might crave, he was still a relative stranger. And she wasn’t a complete idiot.
    Hesitating for only a moment, Nathan nodded. His gaze was drawn to her hands as she unzipped her cargoes to reveal the black outline of her briefs on her smooth, white thighs. He hooked his fingers around the waistband, pulling the stiff cloth down to her knees, his knuckles skimming over her skin. His impassive mask slipped, and now unmistakable hunger marked his face.
    “Turn on your stomach.” Once she faced the ugly green of the couch again, he began washing the blood away from the scrape. “It’s not that bad,” he added, his words even. “You’re missing a bit of skin, but it’ll be fine.”
    His fingertips danced across her thigh, first one side, then the other. Every fiery contact went straight to her pussy, but not once did he stray from attending her wounds. Remy had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from clenching muscles he would be able to see. If he could play it cool, so could she.
    “So…” She glanced back to look at him, her hair slipping away to expose bare skin. “…you never told me