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when she’d been pinned beneath his lean body. Reminding herself that he’d thought her another woman in his delirious state, she replied, “I understand, really.”
    “Weren’t you afraid of what I might do to you?”
    “You were dreaming,” she said, distinctly uneasy with his bold speculation.
    He leaned toward her, his green-gold gaze lowering to her mouth as her lips closed around the peach on her fork. “Still, I could have made love to you.”
    She nearly choked on the fruit. Images of his hands sliding over her body sent a frisson of heat spiraling to her belly. Good Lord, what was wrong with her that she was entertaining such shameless thoughts about this man? Shifting in her chair, she forced the peach down her throat with a deliberate swallow. She concentrated on her food, clearing her plate in record time. Standing, she took her plate and utensils to a bucket of soapy water she’d filled earlier with some bottled water.
    She washed and rinsed her dishes, then began drying them with a terry towel. She turned to him with every intention of getting back to business. “I think I should check your head injury.”
    “I’m fine.” He ate the last of his stew and pushed his plate away.
    “You can’t even see it,” she reasoned, cleaning up his dishes as well.
    He reached for the coffeepot she’d set on the table and poured himself another cup, then filled hers too. “I can
feel
it, and even though it hurts like the devil, it doesn’t appear to be an open wound.”
    That’s because I mended the deep laceration
, she thought. Wiping her hands on the towel, she circled the table to stand next to him. “You just sit there and drink your coffee. It’ll only take a minute to check it.”
    “Who appointed you my guardian?” he growled, batting her hands away from the back of his head. “I’m a grown man—”
    “With a thick head?” she interrupted, jamming her hands on her hips and giving him a fierce look.
    He had the grace to look a little contrite for his impolite behavior. “Yeah, that’s probably why the blow didn’t split my head wide open.”
    Her lips tightened in disgust. “Yes, well, someone definitely wanted to do away with you.” But who had been the culprit? she wondered with a little frown. Moving closer, she wove her fingers gently through his hair, searching for the site of his injury.
    “How do you know?” He took a swallow of coffee, then balanced the cup on his thigh.
    “What? That someone wanted to kill you?” she asked, luxuriating in the velvety feel of his hair sifting over her hand.
    “Yes.” He finished off his coffee and put the cup on the table. “A bullet would have been more effective.”
    “You’re right, of course,” she countered, trying to concentrate on her task and not the peculiar sensations swirling deep inside her. “But what if someone wanted this to look like an accident?”
    “I would have come around eventually.”
    She pulled away to look into his eyes, remembering how close to dying he’d been when she’d reached him. Without the aid of her Superiors, he wouldn’t be sitting in front of her, looking so strong and healthy. “It wasn’t likely you would have ‘come around.’ Not only were you unconscious from the blow, and your body freezing, but your head was near the creek. By the time I found you the water had risen to your forehead.”
    The implications of her statement registered in his eyes, then was replaced by something more watchful and searching. “Which brings me around to an intriguing question I’d like answered,” he said, his gaze laser-intense. “How, exactly, did you stumble upon me? I hate to be skeptical, but I don’t believe in miracles.”

Chapter Two
     
    J.T. crossed his arms over his chest and waited for Caitlan’s answer. After a hesitant second she broke eye contact and once again resumed checking the bump on his head. Except this time her fingers worked tensely, pressing over his skull without the