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Bend to her. Bring his mouth to hers. Run his fingers into her silken hair …
“Caleb.”
Her voice was soft. He shuddered under its gentle touch.
“Yeah,” he said, forcing a big smile, “I know. My medical skills are limited, but—”
“Caleb.” She was looking at him, her head tilted back. He could see a pulse beating in the hollow of her throat.
“What?” he said in a hoarse whisper.
She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips.
“My—my foot is fine. Really. Look. The bleeding stopped and the cut is so tiny it’s barely visible.’
He tore his gaze from her face. She was right. The bleeding had stopped. All that remained of the cut, just as she’d said, was the tiniest possible scar.
What would she do if he put his mouth to it?
He swung away from her.
One more second and he’d be hard as a rock. Then what would become of honor and trust?
He drew a steadying breath, thought about cold rivers, cold lakes, cold streams.
“Washcloths,” he said. “Where do you keep them?”
“Honestly, Caleb—”
“I can clean the cut with tissue but then you’d be that old joke, a woman blissfully unaware her sexy outfit is spoiled by a trailing plume of toilet paper.”
She laughed, as he’d hoped she would. Good. Laughter. That was what he needed.
“Oh, I’m certainly wearing a sexy outfit,” she said. “All right, you win. Washcloths are in that cupboard, on the middle shelf.”
He nodded, got a washcloth from a neat stack of them, then checked the water running into the sink. It was still cold but better than it had been, and he dumped the cloth into the basin, swished it around, then wrung it out.
“Perfect,” he said, squatting down in front of her and lifting up her foot again.
Sage smiled.
“What?” he said, glancing up and catching the smile.
“Only that you were right. You really can be stubborn.”
He grinned.
“Told you.”
He dabbed at the cut. Sage went back to watching him. His hands were big. They were clean, the nails neatly trimmed, but they weren’t the hands of a man who earned his living at a desk. They were strong hands. Powerful. Masculine.
What would they feel like on her?
A rush of heat swept through her. Dammit, hadn’t she thought about him enough tonight? Weren’t images of this man, this stranger, what had kept her tossing in her bed?
Ridiculous, was what it was.
And it had to stop.
