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subject you to it. But you do trust me, right?”
    “Yes. Of course.”
    “All right then.” He whipped his shirt off and got out of the truck. She took a moment to appreciate the view before wondering what the hell he was doing. Then her door whipped open, and he was there.
    “Take off your seat belt,” he said calmly.
    “What? Are you crazy? It’s not safe out there with the lightning—”
    “Take off your seat belt.”
    They were yelling now to be heard over the wind and the sound of rain and hail hitting the trees.
    She hesitated another second before doing as he said. He slipped one arm behind her back and the other beneath her knees. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”
    “Cam, I can walk.”
    “We’re not walking, Eleanor. Do it.” He pulled her out of the truck and jumped into the air. As the ground dropped away from them, she screamed. When large, beautiful white wings appeared over his shoulders, she simply stared at them…and then fainted.

Chapter Four
    Cam took a second to scan Eleanor and make sure she hadn’t been hit with hail before he put all his concentration into getting them to his house. It wasn’t too far by flight, but he couldn’t chance going above the canopy of the woods and fully extending his wings—the trees were all that protected them from the hail that had reached softball proportions.
    He wound through the trees and looked down at the wildlife running below him, desperately looking for shelter. He didn’t envy them that struggle but knew he couldn’t do a damn thing to help them this time. Eleanor had to be his first priority.
    His house came into view, and he made a beeline for the safety of the porch. His front door opened, and Uri was there with a towel in his hands. Relief filled Cam. He landed and waited for Uri to drape the towel over Eleanor before he carried her into the house and went straight to the sofa in his den while his brother lit a fire. The room warmed while he began pulling off her wet clothes.
    “Sel is already at your truck. I’m going to help him move the tree and drive your supplies in,” Uri said. He left without another word.
    Cam had removed her shoes, socks, and jeans without a thought, but he hesitated once he pulled the towel away. Her thin T-shirt was glued to her body from the rain. The lacy bra beneath it stood out, as did her hardened nipples beneath the lace. He groaned and shut his eyes for a moment. He’d never really looked at Eleanor as a woman. She was his secretary, the best he’d ever had. She was pretty much his right hand at the office. Even the day they’d met, it wasn’t her beauty that had caught his eye but her purity, her innate goodness. Never before had he seen her as a sexual being. That time had come.
    There was no ignoring her enticing curves and the pale perfection of her skin. Skin that proved to be silky soft when he finally slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt. She moaned softly and a slight frown formed on her face, but she didn’t wake. He slid the shirt up her torso and fought the urge to simply rip it off her. Instead, he gently maneuvered her arms until he’d pulled the wet fabric off completely. That left her glasses adoringly askew. He grinned down at her a moment before gently removing them.
    Her lingerie was a matching set of red lace. He groaned at the sight, then laughed quietly when he remembered her embarrassment at the cloth sticking out of her bag. So this was what she’d been hiding. He longed to know what else was in that bag. Then she shivered, and his attention snapped back to taking care of her. Softly, he rubbed her down with the towel then pulled a blanket over her that had been lying across the back of the sofa. She sighed contentedly when he finished, and slept on.
    “What the hell am I going to do with you now?” he whispered.
    The corners of her mouth turned up slightly as if she’d heard his question. Did that mean she was laughing at him in her dreams? Somehow that