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herself to get back to preparing his meal, but a strange feminine instinct kept her gaze riveted to his backside.
    She caught a glimpse of firm, muscled buttocks before he pulled on his briefs, and a feathery warmth settled in her stomach. True, last night she’d seen every bare inch of him, but she’d been too concerned about his health to truly appreciate the magnificence of his body. In the light of day, with the late-morning sun streaming through the only window in the shack, his nudity took on a different perspective. He was powerfully built, the muscles across his shoulders, down his back, and in his legs honed to athletic perfection. He picked up his shirt and pushed his arms through the sleeves, and she finally forced her attention back to her task.
    Grabbing the stew, a can of peaches, and a manual can opener, she set the items on the table and began opening the cans. She didn’t normally respond to mortals so strongly—her emotions were calculated and doled out in accordance to the given situation—but from the first moment she’d landed on earth and rescued this man, she’d felt an odd connection to him that perplexed her. Ignoring the feeling for more pressing matters, she’d quickly transported him to the line shack with the help of Christopher’s powers and had begun the process to save his life, starting with healing his massive head injury, then warming him and keeping his body from slipping into a dangerous state of shock.
    However, with the crises over and him awake, she noticed things about him that had nothing whatsoever to do with her mission, a curiosity she was certain her Superiors wouldn’t encourage. And when he’d kissed her and touched her and called her another woman’s name she’d felt a surreal harmony with this man that transcended anything in her station as a guardian angel.
    Retrieving two metal cups and plates from the pantry, she sneaked another peek at him. He was sitting on the bed, head bent, as he pulled wool socks on his feet. His sable hair was a tousled mess from rain, wind, and general abuse from his hands. Dark stubble shadowed his jaw. The disheveled, morning-after look only made him appear more masculine and sexy.
    He was a pleasant enough assignment, she mused, dishing out the peaches and stew onto their plates. But a part of her feared the forces of evil she was up against would be hard to dissuade, not to mention making J.T. believe the outrageous excuses the Superiors had seen fit to give her for this mission. She had the medallion for assistance, but as a guardian angel her powers were limited, to be used only in extreme situations. As a rule, she didn’t contact the Superiors unless an emergency occurred.
    She poured the steaming coffee into each of their tin cups. “Lunch is ready. It’s nothing fancy, but you need to eat something to keep up your strength.”
    He sauntered toward the table, dragging the bedside chair with him. His stomach grumbled. “It looks like a feast to me,” he commented, seating himself in front of a plate heaped with food.
    She pushed aside the damp clothes on the table to make more room for them. “You must have gotten knocked harder on the head than I thought.”
    “No. Considering I haven’t eaten since ...” He frowned as he thought about it, “I guess it would be breakfast yesterday morning, I’m hungry enough to devour a whole cow.”
    “It’s a good sign that you have a healthy appetite.”
    He nodded, observing her intently as she sat in the chair across from him. “I’m sorry for what happened earlier, Caitlan.”
    The way he said her name, his voice warm and husky, made her fully, femininely aware of him. “It’s okay.”
    He slowly ran his index finger around the rim of his cup. “I didn’t mean to get rough with you on the bed. I obviously didn’t know what I was doing.”
    She lowered her lashes and stabbed a wedge of peach with her fork, trying to forget the warm, silky feelings he’d evoked in her