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like firecrackers. Finally, they reached the destination, and he took her inside the small room.
    “Do you think you can manage on your own now?”
    Truth be known, she was weak as a babe, but if she had any hope of salvaging even a thread of dignity, his help had to stop at the door.
    “I think so,” she said, though she still couldn’t look him in the eye.
    “Okay, I’ll be right outside here if you need me.” He bowed and closed the door.
    Pulling down her bottoms proved to be a monumental task; she still had on the same panties she wore the day she left the house.
    Jenna carefully sat and relieved herself.
    “Jack? Where exactly am I.”
    “Well, the nearest city is Grand Marais, Minnesota.” He paused. “I guess you could say my cabin is a little, isolated.”
    Isolated? That’s on odd choice of words.
    “So it’s safe to say you’re not some mentally deranged recluse who is going to chop me up to fee d to your dogs?”
    His laughter made her smile.
    “Seriously.”  He laughed some more. “If I was some nut job, do you really think I’d tell you first?”
    Her laughter came to a full stop as she grit her teeth against the hurting as she kicked her legs through the pajama bottoms, leaving her lacy thong to hang from her foot.
    Now what the hell do I do?
    She couldn’t reach down; she couldn’t stand up. Like it or not, she needed help.
    Tired, and more than a little frustrated, she pulled her top down to cover her privates and begrudgingly called, “Okay, you win.”
    Jack peeked through a crack in the door. “Are you okay?”
    Her shoulders sagged. “I need your help.” She tried to be strong, but simply didn’t have any strength left.
    He probably thinks I’m a great big wimp.
    The door opened and he seemed to access the situation while stroking his jaw. “What exactly are you trying to do?”
    “I wanted to rinse out my…my panties.” Her cheeks heated.
    “I see. I’m sorry, but I don’t think mine will fit you.”
    She looked up to find a grin spread across his rugged face, his eyes sparkling in amusement.
    Her lip trembled. Never had she been so physically and emotionally defeated. “Can you please just help me?”
    His expression changed to one of concern. “I’m sorry.” He stooped over, took the thong off of her foot, and set it in the sink before guiding her feet back into the pajama bottoms and pulling them up to rest on her knees. “There, will you be okay now to...um, rinse them out?” He rolled his eyes as his cheeks stained pink.
    Having the tables turned, even for a moment, broke the tension, and she smirked. “Yes, thank you.”
    Jack backed out of the bathroom and closed the door. His act of kindness touched her heart. A man in tune to a woman’s needs was a rare breed indeed. Most men wouldn’t even think to let her finish what she had started on her own.
    Thankfully, she could reach the sink and turn on the water from her position on the toilet. After wetting a bar of soap, she set about trying to wash her thong without getting her bandages wet. Not that there was much fabric to wash. After rinsing them out, she laid them over the side of the sink to dry.
    The warm water running over her hands reminded her that her panties weren’t the only thing not washed in quite some time. She could feel where the blood had dried and caked around the back of her neck. Night sweats had left behind an odor she could seriously live without.
    Moving carefully, she gradually pulled up her bottoms as she straightened. She stepped back enough to open the door.
    Jack stood to one side with his arms folded across his bare chest. He simply smiled and offered his arm, of which she gratefully accepted.
    The couch seemed a mile away. By the time her head hit the pillow, and he’d helped her under a blanket, she was worn right out and unable to stop her eyes filling with moisture.
    “What’s wrong, Jenna?”
    The genuine concern in his expressive blue eyes moved her. She sighed