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‘It’s a twenty-year-old bomb, Sam. I’ve never spent much money on it and I don’t reckon I’ll start now. Looks like I’m in the market for a new car. Well, new to me.’
    Sam yawned. ‘We’ll see.’
    It was infectious and Calla followed. ‘I’m really sorry about running into you.’
    â€˜You mean in the supermarket or on the road?’
    â€˜Funny. Both.’
    â€˜It wasn’t your fault. I had to park my vehicle across the road that way to secure the accident scene. I didn’t want anyone else coming up over the hill and running into us.’ He stepped closer. Calla could smell something metallic.
    He looked into her eyes, unblinking. ‘How’s your head? Any headache?’
    â€˜Yes,’ she said.
    Sam came closer again. He took her glasses from her face, then peered into her eyes. Up so close and without her glasses, all she could see was a blur of chocolate. He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her to the right. He lifted a hand to her face and gently pulled her left eye open. She startled and tried to pull back.
    â€˜Don’t move, it’s okay,’ he said. With his other hand, he cupped her cheek to keep her still. Something, the way she’d seen him take control out there on the road, the calm way he was examining her, made her trust him.
    â€˜What are you doing?’ she murmured as she dropped her head backwards slightly. His fingers were surprisingly warm on her skin.
    â€˜Any blurred vision?’
    â€˜Yeah,’ she murmured. ‘But that’s because you took my glasses off.’
    â€˜What about your chest? Any pain there?’ And he was so close now she could feel the warmth of his body, had become aware of his strength, how broad and tall he was compared with her.
    Pain? Only in my heart, she wanted to say, but that’s completely unrelated to the accident. Calla glanced down to her breasts and when she flicked her eyes up again she noticed his were fixed firmly on her jumper.
    â€˜The seatbelt. You might have some bruising,’ he said quietly.
    For a half a second she wondered if he was going to pull up her jumper to check for himself. Damn it. The idea sent her pulse racing. ‘Are you a doctor, Sam?’
    He released his fingers from her eye and she blinked over and over to stop the stinging. He didn’t step back. ‘No, I’m not a doctor.’
    â€˜You’re not?’ Calla instinctively held up her palms to push him away. When they hit a solid wall of muscle, she swallowed hard.
    He dropped a hand to her wrist and held it. ‘We need to get you to bed.’

CHAPTER
    10
    Sam had rested Calla’s glasses on the kitchen bench when he was looking into her eyes like an optometrist and she snatched them up and shoved them on. One of the arms got stuck inside her ear and she swore as she fumbled with them until they were on properly. With her 20/20 vision restored, she could see that the whites of his eyes looked like a roadmap, bloodshot and tired. His black lashes framed his dark pupils and she was tempted to count the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes.
    â€˜What did you say about bed?’
    â€˜You need to lie down. To rest,’ Sam told her. ‘You’ve just been involved in a vehicle accident. I’m not taking any risk that you’ve got a concussion. Believe me, you’ll thank me in the morning.’
    Calla pushed herself away from him. ‘I’m fine, really.’ Hell no, she wasn’t fine. Adrenaline was still coursing through her system and she felt wired and emotional and shaky. But she’d been trying to hold it all in so she didn’t expose all that emotion in front of Mr Cool As A Cucumber.
    â€˜I’m perfectly okay. I do not need a nanna nap. And anyway, it’s the middle of the afternoon, for god’s sake.’
    â€˜I don’t want you to sleep,’ he said firmly. ‘I want you to