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Bend to her Bring his ers 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 hi in the hollow of her throat

“What?” he said in a hoarse whisper

She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips

“My— stopped and the cut is so tiny it’s barely visible’

He tore his gaze fro 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 ould 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—”