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When he shifted, she noticed the awkward way he held his left
arm.
    "How bad is it, Taylor?" Please don't be badly
hurt . She didn't want to see him in pain but, selfish as it
sounded, she also needed him whole, to look after her. She was an
expert at partying, people and having a good time. A wicked
organiser and hard-nosed businesswoman. But jungle survival? Not a
clue. There were snakes out there, and wild animals. Taylor looked
like the kind of man who would know what to do. They'd need food
and water, too. Danielle glanced towards the galley, wondering how
well-stocked the plane would have been for such a short flight.
Whatever food was on board would soon spoil in this heat.
    "My arm, left one." He screwed up his face and cupped
the elbow with his right hand. "Must have got yanked against the
cuffs when we hit. That, and I feel like I've been in a plane
crash."
    He was studying her intently as her gaze flicked to
the discarded handcuffs and back to him. She'd almost forgotten,
but now he'd drawn her attention to them, almost as if testing her,
she knew he must be wondering how safe she felt around him.
    "Let me see."
    He flinched when she felt along the length of his
arm, as gently as she could, with no real idea of what she was
looking for. People did this in movies. It seemed the right thing
to do.
    "Needs a sling," he said. "Can you go find a
first-aid box? Got to be one. In the galley, maybe, at the back?
And check your cell phone if it's still around. See if you have a
signal."
    For the first time since she'd recovered
consciousness Danielle thought about the other passengers and the
crew. The rear part of the plane remained intact, virtually
untouched apart from a few broken windows. The front was crushed
almost beyond recognition. How could anyone have survived that?
Someone needed to go check it out. Maybe she could get through to
them if she crawled on her hands and knees? The thought made her
stomach lurch.
    "Sit down, Danielle. The sling can wait." Taylor
rested his broken arm on his lap and held out his good hand. "Come
over here. Shock will get you if you don't sit down for a few
minutes. Think you're okay and then wham, it hits you. Concussion
is a given, but if you start to feel really bad, tell me."
    He was right. Her limbs were shaking, her stomach
watery. If either of them had hit hard enough to cause a brain
bleed they could be dead before any hope of rescue.
    "Not much we can do about that, is there?"
    "I'm no danger to you, Danielle. Come sit with
me."
    She swallowed down the lingering doubts. The broken
arm wouldn't have stopped him running. Why had he stayed if he
didn't feel some sort of concern for her?
    "Okay, cell phone's in my purse. Let me see if it's
still on the seat."
    No sign of her purse, but her carry-on bag was,
miraculously, still jammed under the seat. Yanking at the zipper,
she pulled out a tube of candy and a bottle of water. Had her purse
slid from the seat to the mangled front of the plane?
    "Haven't yet seen a problem yet that couldn't be
solved by large doses of sugar."
    That got a chuckle out of him. She pulled out a
fruitdrop and offered it to him. He hesitated for a moment before
opening his mouth. Popping one into her own mouth, she leaned back
against him, closing her eyes. His lips had brushed her fingers as
she'd fed him the candy and she still felt the small shiver that
had passed through her at the contact.
    Be careful, Danielle. It would be too easy to
be carried away with this. Hero and heroine in great danger.
Adrenaline pumping, Taylor was some sort of criminal, a desperado.
She had no idea what he'd done. He shifted to make her comfortable
and she felt his strength, despite the injuries. No option but to
trust him. With a sigh, she let herself do that.
    "Will the man in black have a cell?"
    "Checked it already. No signal."
    "Taylor."
    "Yes."
    "Is the plane going to blow up?"
    "No."
    "You sure?"
    "No."
    "Oh."
    She didn't care, either. She just wanted to sit