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arms. But even before he’d opened his eyes, nailing her in place with his fierce blue gaze, he gripped her more tightly. Shay struggled against him, knowing it was hopeless even before she began: the power in that body was immense.
    Feeling that she had literally nothing else at her disposal to do, she screamed, and that was when he loosened his iron hold. She scrambled backwards, hit the wall with her back, tried to get to her knees. A burning, shooting pain in her right leg stopped her dead, and she actually felt the color drain from her face.
    He saw it. He grabbed her again, and she struggled hard. She was tiring, though, tiring surprisingly quickly, and suddenly, the room was swimming and spinning.
    “ Stop ,” he ordered, in that deep, harsh voice that she remembered all too well. “Stop or you’ll rip out your stitches.”
    She froze. “My stitches?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Why do I have stitches?”
    He looked at her closely, his mouth a set line in his hard face. “You don’t remember?”
    “Remember what?” she asked, not sure that she wanted to know. “Did you – did you hit me?”
    Those amazing eyes flashed in rage, and he let her go at last. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
    “I – I don’t know.”
    “No. I did not hit you.” Every word was a snarl. “I’d never lay a hand on you to hurt you, Shay, so don’t you ever say something like that to me again.”
    She fell silent now, confused and uncertain. She shifted, and that was when she realized that she was just in her bra and panties. Horrified, she snatched the bed sheets, yanked them up and over her body. Panic flared again, and got exponentially worse when she saw that he was just in boxers. How she’d missed that astonishing fact was beyond her, now that she’d taken it on board.
    “Where are my clothes?” she squeaked, tearing her eyes from the smattering of blond hair covering his broad expanse of chest. She did note the massive bruise, though, and felt a stab of regret at having marred that gorgeous landscape. “Where are your clothes? Did we – did you –”
    “No. We didn’t, and I sure as hell didn’t.”
    “Oh.” She took a shuddering breath. “So…”
    “So. If you promise to sit still, I’ll tell you everything that happened.”
    She hesitated, still fighting to push down her fear. Absently, she rubbed the bruises and cuts on her wrists. “And you won’t… hurt me?”
    “Hurt you ?” There was a light, teasing note in that gravely voice now. “Hey, I’m not the one who went all Ninja stealth-attack, and bashed someone over the head with a frying pan. That was all you , baby.”
    “Uh.” She blinked as she took in his grin. It made him even more handsome, if such a thing was possible, and she tilted her head at him, liking the way he called her ‘baby’. It felt strangely familiar, for some reason, and gave her a warm feeling in the pit of her belly. “Yeah, OK. Point taken.”
    “Damn right.” He touched the bruise on his cheek. “Direct hit, hellcat.”
    “I can see that.”
    “Mmmm-hmmm.” God, that little growl was sexy. “You got me.”
    “I do believe you got what you deserved,” she said, feeling the need to show some spirit and defend herself a little bit here. “You are the guy holding me against my will.”
    “I’m also the guy who saved you from dying of infection, or possibly bleeding out in a mountain cave.”
    Shay stared at him. “Bleeding out? Infection?” That was when it all came back to her in a bolt of memory. “Oh, my God. The mountain lion.” She stuck her leg out with a wince, gazed down at the bandage on her lower leg. “ These are the stitches that you were talking about?”
    “Yep.”
    “You stitched me up?”
    “I did. I also gave you a few shots of antibiotics. You were burning up with fever for two days.”
    She took in his tattoos, his muscles, his ‘don’t-fuck-with-me’ vibe, and she felt her face crinkle in puzzlement. “Are you a doctor?”
    “No.