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picking her up. With no effort, he carried her into her room, where he lay her down on the bed.
    She was running a low-grade fever. Her body was abnormally hot, and she started shivering when he lay her down. He pulled away the sleeping bag. It was damp from her perspiration. He removed her coat, turning it inside out so any wetness absorbed from her fevered body would evaporate before daybreak. Taking care not to wake her, he unbuttoned and removed her shirt and unfastened her jeans. When he slid off her jeans, she coughed and huddled into a ball but never woke. He covered her with his dry sleeping bag and lay down beside her. Her body automatically sought his heat as she pushed close to him. Adam moved her onto his shoulder and wrapped his leg and arm around her. He closed his eyes, and with the practiced ease learned from too many combat missions, fell immediately into a deep sleep.
    Doc woke suddenly but didn’t move. His morning wood raged against his jeans, begging him to either release it from the denim-enforced pressure or give it the friction it needed. His leg and arm remained draped over Keelee, who had turned in her sleep and snuggled her back against his body. Tori and Jacob whispered at the bedroom door before it snicked shut. Keelee’s mass of blonde hair shrouded the pillow around them. She coughed—a deep, congested hack. Doc pulled her closer and she nestled on his arm and shoulder. The throbbing of his cock would have to be ignored. The lady was ill.
    Tori and Jacob’s murmured conversation could be heard through the door, but the words were indistinguishable. He gazed down at the profile of the beautiful woman in his arms. Her breathing was labored and congested. A coughing fit shook her body wickedly and she woke and sat up. Her eyes bounced around the room and then finally to him as if trying to put her memory in place.
    Her hoarse voice cracked. “How in the hell did I end up in bed with you?”
    Doc stretched and stood up. No sense in letting her feel what his body wanted. “I’m that memorable, huh?” At her baffled expression, he grinned. “You fell asleep on the couch. When I moved you to your bed, I noticed your sleeping bag was damp from the fever you were running. I took off your coat, jeans, and shirt and wrapped you in my bag. You were still shivering so I lay down to warm you up.”
    “Thank you.” She pulled the sleeping bag closer and coughed again. “Okay, I probably need to get cleaned up and dressed.”
    Doc reached out and felt her forehead. “You’re running a temperature. You shouldn’t be out working in the cold.”
    “Yeah, right. I don’t know how you were raised, but a case of the sniffles isn’t going to stop me from getting this herd gathered.”
    She lifted the sleeping bag and stepped onto the cold floor. The utilitarian green cotton bra and panties on her toned body were brief and tight enough to make Doc’s hard-on rematerialize. Damn if she wasn’t beautiful. Keelee leaned down to rummage through her pack and gave Doc an excellent view of her perfect ass. His erection made his jeans just a bit too tight. After pulling clean underwear out, she peeked back at him. “Turn around, please.”
    Doc shook his head, his eyes locked on her. No way in hell he was going to miss this show.
    “Alright then, close your eyes.”
    Again Doc shook his head. His eyes swept her body with an appreciative glance.
    Keelee took a deep breath that triggered a coughing fit. “Fine, be that way.”
    She turned away from him, took off her bra, and quickly put on a new one—blue this time. Damn, the expanse of naked skin almost had him coming in his pants.
    He groaned inwardly as she dug into the saddle bags and pulled out a long-sleeve thermal undershirt. She pulled the shirt on. The hem fell to the middle of her thighs. She held Doc’s gaze with steady challenge as she shimmied out of her underwear and into her new pair without showing an inch of skin.
    He broke out in a