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    “Let’s go inside and see if our guests have any news.” Morris shoved between her and Reed, keeping himself there. “There has to be a good reason he’d drag Laura up here, she doesn’t seem really fit for travel.”
    Amelia ground her teeth, but Morris had a point. She spun on her heel and walked inside the cabin.
     

Chapter 4
     
    “I caught sight of Rick Carlton outside the hospital and decided we needed to leave.” Gonsalves stood by the bed where Laura now lay, her breathing sounding labored. Max was at her side checking her pulse, not looking too concerned.
    “Carlton? Wasn’t he that Navy SEAL they brought in after we left?” Gabe asked.
    Gonsalves nodded, looking down to his ward. He frowned. “I hated dragging Laura up here. I almost lost her after she got shot, and I know the high altitude will be hard on her.”
    Gabe looked between Gonsalves and the blonde then to Reed and Max. Good God, he’d walked into a love nest. He glanced at Amelia and she seemed to have picked up the vibe. She lifted an eyebrow, the corner of her lips turned up.
    “Don’t be melodramatic, Damian,” Laura said, her voice quavering. She seemed too fragile to have survived a bite from the undead. “I’m fine.”
    “She’ll just have to stay off her feet,” Max said to them before turning her attention to Laura. “Don’t move around too much, okay? A collapsed lung is nothing to mess with.” She smiled at the other woman. Laura’s chin jutted, but she gave a short nod of agreement.
    “Her pain meds are in the car,” Gonsalves said. “I’ll go grab them and our few belongings.”
    “Only if I need them, I can’t handle another day of being loopy,” Laura muttered after he’d left. “I don’t know how drug addicts do it.”
    Max chuckled. “Smart girl.”
    Amelia walked out the front door and Gabe followed. She veered down the drive passing the car and Gonsalves. Gabe caught up to her. “Where are you going?”
    “I left my shoes back there.” She picked her way carefully over sharp rocks.
    “I can go get them for you,” he offered.
    “No. Ouch!” She hobbled off the trail and Gabe noticed the blood trail she left as she hopped away. She sat on the ground and picked up her foot, eyeing the slicing injury from a stone. A pretty nasty gash across the arch.
    He frowned, kneeling beside her, taking her foot gingerly. “Fuck, this looks like it needs stitches.”
    “It’s just a scratch, I’ll heal.”
    “I know they’ve dulled our pain receptors, but this has to hurt, darlin’.”
    “Don’t call me that, damn it.”
    He lifted an eyebrow. “Call you what?”
    She glared back. “Darlin’. I hate it. You never called any of the other women in the project darlin’ .”
    He couldn’t help a smile. “That’s because none of the other women have those big hazel eyes of yours. I told you, they’re my weakness. And that long auburn hair you used to sport.”
    “Damn good thing I cut it then.”
    He laughed. “God, how I’ve missed you, Amelia.”
    A muscle in her jaw worked, her skin taking on a deep red. “That makes one of us.”
    He couldn’t help himself and leaned forward, invading her space. “You didn’t miss me at all? That breaks my heart.”
    She sucked her top lip between her teeth, her nostrils flaring. “Back off, Morris. I can still kick your ass.”
    He glanced down and noticed her nipples peaked against her t-shirt. He sucked air through his teeth, desire shooting fire through his veins. He’d never been a man to beg, but at that moment he was sorely tempted.
    * * * *
    “Amelia,” Morris’s voice sounded hoarse.
    It was back, that feeling she couldn’t catch her breath. Amelia froze, unsure what her next move should be. Her brain reprimanded her for allowing Morris so close, warning her away. Her hormones pulled her in another direction—one she shouldn’t even entertain. At least not with this man.
    He moved slowly, his hand leaving her foot and skimming