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“Are you injured?” His voice is deep. Rough. A little rusty, like he hasn’t used it in a while.

Which, considering what just happened, might actually be true. I blink.

He frowns. “Can you understand me?”

I open my mouth. Close it. Open it again. Nothing comes out.

This is unusual.

I am not generally a woman who has difficulty finding words. The man looks down at me.

“Perhaps you’ve struck your head,” he has a slightly British accent. Because of course he does.

“No,” I manage.

There. I said a word.

His brow furrows.

“Are you certain?”

“No.”

He exhales sharply.

“Wonderful.”

I stare at him.

Then I look over his shoulder.

At the empty spot on the railing.

Where Rocky was. Where Rocky has been for the entire week I’ve lived here. Where Rocky presumably has been for a very long time.

Then I look back at the man.

“Oh my God.”

He releases my wrist but keeps one hand at my waist.

“You’re quite safe.”

“You’re naked.”

He glances down.

His expression changes.

For a second, something flashes across his face. Surprise. Then something that looks suspiciously like satisfaction.

“Yes,” he says slowly.

I follow his gaze. Which is a mistake. A very big mistake. Because… Wow. Just so much wow.

I snap my eyes back to his face.

“You’re really naked.”