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scars on his back and across his shoulders. What the hell had happened to him?
    After tucking Talon in with the heavy wool blankets, she moved down and felt his toes. They were chalk-white and cold. She sat down and placed her hands over one foot and then the other, trying to warm them up, bring circulation back into them. Cat liked touching this man. Her heart went out to him. Clearly, he had suffered terribly. No military vet should be found sick along a highway like she’d found Talon. He was due better treatment than that.
    Griff came back with a large canister of oxygen. Cat covered up Talon’s feet, tucked the wool in around them and stood.
    “Thanks, Griff.”
    “How’s he doing?” he asked, watching Cat quickly place a cannula around Talon’s head, the oxygen moving directly into his nostrils.
    “Not good,” she murmured.
    “There’s no way we can get him to the hospital in this blizzard,” Griff muttered, pushing damp, black strands of hair off his brow as he stood watching Cat work over the man.
    “I know.”
    “Good thing you came along when you did. I’m no doctor, but he looks in rough shape.”
    “He’d have died of hypothermia out there,” Cat said, checking the oxygen tank and twisting the dial a little. Talon needed as much pure oxygen as he could get, but she only had four canisters in her SUV. And that wouldn’t last long.
    Griff studied Zeke. “I wonder if he’s hungry?”
    “Probably. Can you bring in some food and water for him?” Cat didn’t want to leave Talon’s side. She sat down on the bed, facing him, picking up his limp wrist. His pulse thudded like cannonballs through his arteries, indicating how much harder his heart was laboring without the necessary oxygen to push the blood through his body.
    “Yeah.” Griff smiled a little. “How about you? Miss Gus is out there making scrambled eggs, hash and toast for breakfast. Want me to bring you in a plate?”
    Cat gave him a warm look. “That would be great. I’m starving to death.”
    Smiling a little, Griff said, “Coming up. I’ll be back....”
    Silence settled in the large, spacious room. Cat continued to hold Talon’s large, callused hand between hers. She wanted to touch him. He might be unconscious, but she knew the value of a healing touch. Only, there was pleasure connected to touching this man, too. Cat moved her long, spare fingers lightly across his forearm. There were so many new, pink scars, along with older white ones, across his flesh. She knew little about SEALs, but his body was proof he’d gone through major combat many times.
    Her gaze moved to Talon’s slack face. He had a beautiful mouth. His nose was strong and had been broken a few times from what she could tell. Talon had a square face, a lean, hard jaw most likely, but the beard covered it up, so she couldn’t really tell. Her lower body clenched. Surprised, Cat had never felt that reaction before. She felt her womb flooding with heat and it made her feel achy. Needy. Talon Holt was ruggedly handsome. She remembered briefly meeting his gray eyes that, despite the fever, contained hard intelligence. Even as sick as he was, Cat had felt the intensity of his eyes upon her. It excited her and scared the hell out of her.
    She moved her fingers gently down Talon’s slack forearm, which was lightly dusted with dark hair. For whatever crazy reason, Cat wondered what his hand would feel like exploring her. It was such a ridiculous response that her breath hitched. Get a grip, she ordered herself.
    Cat unlooped her stethoscope from around her neck and once more listened to his lungs. She tried to ignore the sexual reaction she had to touching him. His shoulders were broad and his chest massive and well sprung. A dusting of black hair across his chest narrowed downward toward his blanket-covered waist. He was a powerful man, physically speaking, even if he was sicker than a dog right now. Listening intently, Cat could tell the extra oxygen, in