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He gathered her into his arms and kissed her again and again, until she was clinging to him.
“I accused you of things you would never do. And, Dios, such a gift you gave me. Your innocence…”
“You gave me a gift, too.” Her cheeks colored. “I never knew—I never imagined—”
Another kiss. Then Lucas leaned his forehead against hers.
“The médico suggested a warm bath.”
“Mmm.” Lazily she stroked her hand along his jaw.
“I will run it for you.”
There it was again, that mixture of tenderness and command. Alyssa smiled.
“Thank you.”
“But I am not comfortable with the idea of you bathing alone, chica.” He took her hand from his face, turned the palm up and pressed a kiss to the tender flesh. “You are hurt.”
“Really, I’m fine. You heard what the doctor said.”
“The doctor did not see that truck coming at you. He did not hear the sound of its horn.” Lucas drew her into his arms. “Dolores or one of the maids could stay with you.”
“Honestly, Lucas—”
“There’s that word again.”
“Lucas. I don’t want Dolores or one of the maids in the bathroom with me.”
“Did you know more accidents happen in bathrooms than any other place in a house?”
She had to smile. “That’s desperate.”
“It’s true.”
“I don’t care what statistics you quote me. I am not taking a bath with an audience.”
“I knew you would say that, chica.” He held her at arm’s length. “So here is what I will do. I will take a bath with you. At great personal sacrifice, of course.” The low flame in his eyes made the words a lie. “How does that sound?” he added in a husky whisper.
There was only one possible answer to the question, and she gave it to him on a long, deep kiss.
He undressed her as the tub filled, cursed ripely when he saw the cut on her knee and the other scrapes and bruises on her flesh.
/> “I’m fine,” she said lightly.
He shook his head.
“Dios, when I think of what might have happened—”
Alyssa touched his face. “But it didn’t, thanks to you.”
Lucas looked up. All at once, a fist seemed to close around his heart. He felt something, an emotion, a joy. He had no name for it. No word for it unless—unless—
“The bath,” he said, shooting to his feet. “Let me check.”
Alone in the bathroom, he clutched the rim of the marble sink and peered into the mirror, half-afraid he’d see the face of a stranger instead of his own.
Too many things were going on at once, that was the problem. He was worried about Felix; the foolish, impossible contract was not yet dealt with; this accident had been a close call…
