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topics. The deep steadiness of his voice was soothing, and she felt herself beginning to relax.
    â€œI don’t have time to watch much television, but I’m a big sports fan,” he said. “I like the Bulls. I’ve always been a real Michael Jordan fan.
    â€œSo,” he continued, “from your lack of response I’ll assume you probably aren’t interested in professional sports. I guess we could talk about books, but the only ones I read are medical thrillers.”
    â€œI’m not really a librarian,” she said automatically, then stopped short. How did she know? What had she been before? She shuddered internally. Her mind seemed determined to hold on to the black void she’d been in for the past five days. “I’m sorry. I guess you know more about me than I do. That knock on the head seems to have erased a few pertinent facts.”
    â€œThat’s not unusual, princess. Temporary memory loss is common with a head injury.”
    â€œWill it come back?”
    â€œProbably. Maybe not all at once, but when you’re ready, you’ll remember.”
    â€œUntil then,” she said, studying him hesitantly, “I’ll just have to rely on you.”
    Damn! Rely on me?
Not only did he have to supply a fantasy, he had to create a reality.
    Karen yawned.
    He snapped his medical case and stood. “You need to rest. Tomorrow’s going to be tough. We’d better get to bed.”
    â€œWe?” Her eyes widened.
    He swallowed hard. He hadn’t meant it the way she obviously took it. A wary look suddenly veiled her eyes, and she leaned back in her chair. Obviously she wasn’t as ready to become lovers as she’d thought.
    â€œI’ll get an extra blanket for you,” he said. “Do you need some help getting up?”
    â€œNo—no. I’ll manage.” She tried to stand, but the bottom of her robe got caught beneath her foot and she stumbled forward.
    He reached out to catch her, tangling his fingertips in the long strands of her hair. Then he noticed the front of her robe had fallen open. He’d touched her earlier, when he’d listened to her heartbeat. He just hadn’t allowed himself to form a visual picture of what he was touching.
    Now he could only stare at the most perfect breasts ever created, small yet full, with hard, rosy nipples that begged to be kissed.
    He groaned.
    â€œOh!” She leaned back, jerked her robe closed, and pulled away from his grip. “I guess I’m not as strong as I thought.”
    â€œI guess you aren’t.” Before she could argue, he picked her up.
    She gasped. “What are you doing?”
    â€œI’m putting you to bed—in your bed.”
    â€œYou don’t have to do this. I can walk.”
    Good, she was fighting back. He’d known there was spirit beneath all that uncertainty. “Stop squirming around,” he snapped. “I’ll carry you!”
    Niko winced at his tone. His words had become sharp, a vocal attempt to hide his growing attraction for her. He hadn’t allowed himself to consider lying next to Karen Miller. Until she questioned him. Now, with her sweet woman scent in his nostrils, it was all he could think about.
    Quickly he made his way down the hallway to the guest room, pushed open the door with his elbow, and laid her on the bed.
    â€œSleep well. We’ll leave early in the morning. Unless you’ve changed your mind about hiding.”
    â€œNo,” she said with determination. “I haven’t changed my mind. I have to go. I want you to know how much I appreciate your help, doctor … Nikolai … what should I call you?”
    â€œDon’t you know what you call your lover?” he teased.
    â€œNo. Please, tell me.”
    â€œNiko. You call me Niko.”
    She smiled as she lay back on the pillow. The pretensewas easier. “Of course, Niko. I believed you, you