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Stop looking at me like that.” Yes, the woman was smoking hot. Kissable. And that had absolutely nothing to do with his decision to talk to her before he turned her over to the local cops.
    Tim glanced in longing at the telephone one more time. Therein lies the easy road. And damned if he couldn’t take it.
    Some things never changed.
    He rubbed the side of his neck in frustration. The skin itched and burned like he’d just been bitten by a fire ant. Or electrocuted. Again. He walked to the kitchen area, stuck his neck under the faucet, and turned the cold water on as high as it would go. His hair had been kept short for most of the last ten years. After the accident, where a good portion of the longer style had been burned from his head, he’d said to hell with it and just kept it shaved.
    He shoved his whole head under the cold water and tried to gain some damn perspective. The scar was almost a year old, but it still hurt like hell once in a while. The docs called it Phantom Pain. Whatever. It itched on occasion, for no particular reason. With the tingling just getting started, Tim sighed. This, apparently, was going to be one of those occasions.
    Bandit barked and hopped up onto the couch, walking right on top of the woman and lying down on her torso like she had every right. Tim ignored her and stuck his neck back under the water, running possibilities through his mind. Gorgeous woman found naked in lake with no marks of any kind on her and seemingly in perfect health, except for the fact that she was unconscious. Oh, and she called him by name.
    Coming up with a big fat zero on this one.
    “Hi, baby.”
    Tim jerked at the soft voice, banging his head on the faucet and flinging water all over the counter and gray tile floor. He shut off the water and grabbed a hand towel, running it over his face, head, and neck.
    “You’re a cutie, aren’t you?” The coaxing songlike quality of the woman’s voice filled his basement, unnaturally loud in the silence. Bandit’s happy panting and snorting sounds carried to him as well. The little mutt was in doggie heaven.
    Tim draped the towel around his shoulders to catch stray drops of water and slowly approached the couch. The odd heat in his neck had settled to a slow, steady burn, so he ignored it completely. He didn’t want to scare the woman, but curiosity about her drove him forward. He realized it was genius to let the little fluff ball soften the woman up. Waking up to him might scare the shit out of her. He’d had grown men move across the street to avoid passing him on the sidewalk. As if he were a ’roid boy who couldn’t control himself. He’d electrocuted himself, repeatedly lied to his superiors, and nearly burned down an entire building to protect the civilian population. But they treated him like a monster on display, a big, scary monster.
    Idiots.
    “Hi. How you feeling?” He stopped about ten feet away, then decided he’d better not stand over her like a towering giant if he wanted her to talk. He sank onto one of the recliners, rested his forearms on his knees and laced his fingers together in front of him. No sudden moves, nothing to alarm her. He was not a small man. With his shaved head, tattoos, and scars, he knew he could be one mean-looking son of a bitch. And she was most likely a fairy-tale princess still looking for Prince Charming.
    Even more irritating that the thought would bother him.
    “Hi.” She blinked up at him, but her right hand continued to rub his spoiled runt-dog’s belly. “What day is it?”
    “It’s Tuesday morning.” Tim grabbed the towel off his shoulder and wiped a few stray drops of water off his forehead. “I pulled you out of Hendrick Lake about ten minutes ago.”
    She nodded, returning her attention to the dog.
    “You’re naked.”
    “He told me I would be.” Not a trace of shock or teasing in her manner. She continued to snuggle with his traitorous little dog. “Thank you for getting me out of the