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He had a nice voice. Deep, resonant. Even through her wet clothes, she felt the heat of him. He was big, strong, and warm.
But then consciousness leaked away, and the darkness swallowed her again.
* * *
Fuck.
Gemma turned into deadweight in Boone’s arms.
She had been talking, lucid. Was she hurt worse than he’d thought? He hurried toward the cabin, Atlas keeping pace beside him.
When he reached it, he kicked the door open. Getting her warm was his first priority. He’d seen hypothermia kill before.
He set Gemma on his couch. Atlas made a sound. Boone knew the dog was worried.
“I know, boy. We’ll get her warm. We’ll take care of her.”
Her wet clothes needed to come off first.
With some maneuvering, he got her wet pants off and uncovered slim, pale legs and soft thighs. Boone’s mouth firmed and he forced his gaze away.
She’s hurt, you asshole.
He methodically got her shirt off.Hell. Her bra and panties were pale blue. He turned away and grabbed the throw blanket off the back of his couch. He wrapped her in it, then without looking, got her wet underwear off.
It wasn’t easy trying to work under the blanket, but soon she was naked. He blew out a breath, then went to light the fire. He already had a box full of cut logs.
He got the fire going and noted that Atlas had stayed sitting beside Gemma.
“Good boy. Keep an eye on her while I change.”
It was a relief to get out of his wet clothes. He pulled on a clean set of jeans and a gray T-shirt. He also grabbed another blanket off his bed.
When he got back to the couch, Gemma hadn’t moved. Her eyelashes were inky dark against her skin. She had the cutest freckles across the bridge of her nose.
She was still shivering.
He spread the second blanket over her, then sat down beside her and pulled her closer. “You’re safe now.”
But her shivering got worse.Shit. Quickly, Boone pulled off his shirt, then pulled her onto his lap.
She half turned and mumbled something before she burrowed into him. He tucked the blanket securely around the both of them.
“Come on, Gemma. Open those eyes.” He smoothed a hand down her hair. “Come on.”
They opened slowly, but her gaze wasn’t focused.
“You hurt?”
She blinked. “Drugs. They…drugs.” Her eyes closed again.
Shit. Whoever had snatched her had drugged her. Anger seared through him. The assholes. He touched her abraded wrist. Druggedandrestrained.
His gut tightened. She needed to get checked by a doctor.
“Gemma, you need the hospital.”
“No.No.” She thrashed around.
