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think"
"Well, try and pretend you're in terrible pain today. I want her to be worried
about you, so worried that she'll risk stealing those pain meds," Bragan said.
"Before I go, do you want me to help you with your 'personal needs'?" he
asked, grinning. Jess glared at him in response.
"I'm fine, thanks," he said. "I'll take care of myself."
"Just don't let her catch you doing it."
"I know what I'm doing," he replied. "You let me and Logan worry about the
escape. You think about the best way to remove the implants."
"I hope you know what you're doing," Bragan replied, his tone turning serious.
"Otherwise we're all going to die here."
"We're going to die here anyway," Jess said quietly. "I don't know about you,
but I'd rather die fighting."
* * * * *
The slaves had eaten and were starting to put on their suits by the time she
was able to get back to
Jess. He looked so pale and weak& At least the bandage on the back of his head
had stopped oozing.
Bragan said he would need to continue using the antibiotics for the next two
weeks.
"How are you?" she asked softly as she came into the room.
"My mouth is dry," he whispered. "I can't drink by myself."
"Didn't Bragan come in to see you?" she asked. "I thought I saw him in here."
"Yes, he did," Jess replied. "But I'm thirsty again. Can you help me?"
"Of course," she said, kneeling next to him. Her breath caught, and she
blushed. He was still naked under the covers; she was going to have to touch
him. Not that she hadn't touched him before, but this time he was awake and
alert. It was totally different.
"Can you raise your head at all?" she asked.
"No," he said, his voice thready. "My neck feels so weak. And it hurts. Bragan
says I nearly died."
"Yes, you did," she replied. "It was horrible when they brought you up from
the mine. I was sure you were dead."
"Can you lift my head a bit so I can drink?" he asked, his eyes meeting hers.
They were dark blue.
Her breathing stopped. He was so handsome, better to look at than any man
she'd ever met before.
Without thinking, she raised her hand and pushed his black hair away from his
eyes. He gave a feeble smile, and she smiled back. Even the scruff of hair
along his chin was mesmerizing.
"Water?" he whispered again. She started in surprise. She'd forgotten all
about the water.
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"Sorry," she replied, feeling a hot blush start up her cheeks. For some reason
she just didn't seem to think very well around this man.
Now, how to do this? She was going to have to raise him, and support his head
somehow with her arm. Otherwise the water would just choke him.
"Bragan tells me you don't have any paralysis. You're lucky," she said,
leaning over him. He nodded, closing his eyes in exhaustion. Moving carefully,
she rolled him to one side and slid her arm under his back. She lifted a bit,
allowing his head to rest against her shoulder. It worked; he would be able to
drink now. But his cheek was pressed squarely against her breast&
She grabbed the water with her other hand, roughly sloshing some of it onto
the floor. He didn't seem to notice, she realized with relief. Instead, he
drank deeply as she held the cup to his mouth, lifting his head slightly as he
did so.
Even though the cloth of her dress separated his body from hers, it felt as if
a red-hot brand were touching her chest. She knew she must be blushing
brightly. Fortunately, he didn't seem to be noticing.
He was focused on the water.
Then his head sank back against her softness. She started to lower him, but he
spoke.
"No, I want more water," he said. "But even this is very tiring, and I'm in a
lot of pain. Can I just rest for a moment?"
"Of course," she said, feeling guilty. She'd been so eager to get away from
his touch that she hadn't even thought of his needs. Some nurse she was
turning out to be.
They sat there like that for at least five minutes. At first she
was tense, but he seemed to be completely unaware of the
inappropriateness of their position.
He might be naked
, she reminded herself,
but only because he's so sick.
She must be some kind of pervert for reacting so strongly to his body.
Why, he could be no more interested in her than a newborn baby was interested
in its mother, she told herself. He needed food, water and care. She would
provide it for him. If she did a good enough job, they would both survive this
ordeal.
He was breathing slowly and steadily against her breast. Was he asleep? It
seemed strange that he would drop off so quickly, and while he was thirsty. On [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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