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before she popped up from her hiding place and started running for her life.
Bloody infernum, with her luck, she’s probably going to get run over by an ice cream truck. He had to catch her before she hurt herself.
He sprinted after her, the powdery-soft, warm sand making it difficult to close the gap quickly. As he came upthe steep bank, Ashli came back into view. She reached for her back door, and everything happened in slow motion.
Ashli fell back, her head landing with a loud crack.
“Fuck. Not again!” Máax bolted to her side and crouched down. Blood flowed quickly from a gash on her head. “Dammit, woman. Why the hell do you always run from me?”
He pressed his hand over the wound to stop the flow. He needed to get her to a hospital. Hell! He’d need to reconnect her car battery and drive her there himself.
“You’re so beautiful,” she croaked. “But I changed my mind; I don’t want to die. Please don’t take me away.”
She reached up and touched his cheek. A wave of warmth crashed into him, snatching the breath from his lungs.
He couldn’t stop himself from wanting to feel more of her. Strangely, that gnawing hunger deep inside began to simultaneously quell and consume him.
He reached out with his other hand and palmed her cheek. “I am trying to save you, Ashli. Why won’t you let me?”
She smiled briefly before her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Oh, hell.
Owww.
Ashli cracked open her eyes and found a bright white room. I must be dead . Well, at least the game of cat and mouse was over. What a relief. And with any luck, she might see her parents again. If she did, she only hoped they wouldn’t be upset about her dying.
Her spotty vision began to clear, and she eyed a poster on the wall. It said something about how boiled water is the safest for drinking.
Dumbass. You’re in the hospital. Her eyes combed the room.
Yep. This was the small clinic that usually treated tourists for minor cuts and the occasional jellyfish sting. And holy Christ did her head hurt.
She slid her hand to the back of her head and gingerly kneaded the small bandage. A long IV tube hung from her other arm.
What happened?
Ohmygod. Death . Death had been in her house. Then she’d been overpowered by morbid curiosity and went looking for him. Perhaps she even wanted to end the charade. When she’d spotted him swimming in the ocean, she’d been unable to see him clearly, but he’d been so beautiful, so absolutely male that she nearly fainted. She never fainted. Except when she cracked her head open on cement. But then she remembered Death touching her face so tenderly and speaking to her. His slightly accented voice— European? —had been the most hypnotic, wholly sensual sound she’d ever heard. Deep and booming, silky and gruff, sexy and terrifying. All in one. Just like the voice of the man who’d been stalking her early this morning.
Gasp. Yes, he’d been the one she hit with that shovel!
Or had it all been a dream?
No. It was real. She’d seen his towering form, dripping with masculinity and ocean water, with her own eyes. She’d smelled his intoxicating, virile scent on her pillow. Death was real. Death was hunting her. Not that she was afraid. Confused, however, yes. Why had he let her live?
In walked the nurse, a small woman with short dark hair. Actually, Ashli recognized her—it was a small town—though the name escaped her.
“Ahh. You are awake,” the nurse said with a thick Mexican accent.
“How did I get here?” Ashli asked.
“I have just started my shift, but I am told someone left you out front. No one saw who. Do you remember what happened?”
“No. I mean, yes. I slipped on my patio and hit my head. But I don’t know how I got here.”
The nurse shrugged. “Must have been your neighbor.”
Okay, but why wouldn’t they have stayed with her? And besides, both neighbors were gone. They only came for visits during spring break and Christmas. It was
Bloody infernum, with her luck, she’s probably going to get run over by an ice cream truck. He had to catch her before she hurt herself.
He sprinted after her, the powdery-soft, warm sand making it difficult to close the gap quickly. As he came upthe steep bank, Ashli came back into view. She reached for her back door, and everything happened in slow motion.
Ashli fell back, her head landing with a loud crack.
“Fuck. Not again!” Máax bolted to her side and crouched down. Blood flowed quickly from a gash on her head. “Dammit, woman. Why the hell do you always run from me?”
He pressed his hand over the wound to stop the flow. He needed to get her to a hospital. Hell! He’d need to reconnect her car battery and drive her there himself.
“You’re so beautiful,” she croaked. “But I changed my mind; I don’t want to die. Please don’t take me away.”
She reached up and touched his cheek. A wave of warmth crashed into him, snatching the breath from his lungs.
He couldn’t stop himself from wanting to feel more of her. Strangely, that gnawing hunger deep inside began to simultaneously quell and consume him.
He reached out with his other hand and palmed her cheek. “I am trying to save you, Ashli. Why won’t you let me?”
She smiled briefly before her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Oh, hell.
Owww.
Ashli cracked open her eyes and found a bright white room. I must be dead . Well, at least the game of cat and mouse was over. What a relief. And with any luck, she might see her parents again. If she did, she only hoped they wouldn’t be upset about her dying.
Her spotty vision began to clear, and she eyed a poster on the wall. It said something about how boiled water is the safest for drinking.
Dumbass. You’re in the hospital. Her eyes combed the room.
Yep. This was the small clinic that usually treated tourists for minor cuts and the occasional jellyfish sting. And holy Christ did her head hurt.
She slid her hand to the back of her head and gingerly kneaded the small bandage. A long IV tube hung from her other arm.
What happened?
Ohmygod. Death . Death had been in her house. Then she’d been overpowered by morbid curiosity and went looking for him. Perhaps she even wanted to end the charade. When she’d spotted him swimming in the ocean, she’d been unable to see him clearly, but he’d been so beautiful, so absolutely male that she nearly fainted. She never fainted. Except when she cracked her head open on cement. But then she remembered Death touching her face so tenderly and speaking to her. His slightly accented voice— European? —had been the most hypnotic, wholly sensual sound she’d ever heard. Deep and booming, silky and gruff, sexy and terrifying. All in one. Just like the voice of the man who’d been stalking her early this morning.
Gasp. Yes, he’d been the one she hit with that shovel!
Or had it all been a dream?
No. It was real. She’d seen his towering form, dripping with masculinity and ocean water, with her own eyes. She’d smelled his intoxicating, virile scent on her pillow. Death was real. Death was hunting her. Not that she was afraid. Confused, however, yes. Why had he let her live?
In walked the nurse, a small woman with short dark hair. Actually, Ashli recognized her—it was a small town—though the name escaped her.
“Ahh. You are awake,” the nurse said with a thick Mexican accent.
“How did I get here?” Ashli asked.
“I have just started my shift, but I am told someone left you out front. No one saw who. Do you remember what happened?”
“No. I mean, yes. I slipped on my patio and hit my head. But I don’t know how I got here.”
The nurse shrugged. “Must have been your neighbor.”
Okay, but why wouldn’t they have stayed with her? And besides, both neighbors were gone. They only came for visits during spring break and Christmas. It was
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