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little on the skinny side. If only their situation were different....
           "Oh," she moaned, shifting in his lap.
           Luke tensed as her bottom pressed against his thrusting anatomy. Some priest. Holding his breath, he forced aside thoughts of sex and raging hormones and watched her closely. Her inky lashes fluttered a few times, then she opened her eyes and stared up at him.
           "What...what happened?" She tried to push herself to a sitting position, but abandoned her efforts when he pressed his hand gently against her shoulder. "Where are we?"
           "I think it might be an old mine," he said, watching her face closely. Had she remembered anything more? "How's your head?"
           She touched her temple uncertainly. "Better, I think."   She sighed and said, "But I still can't remember anything."
           "I'm sorry."   Of course, that was a lie. He was relieved she couldn't remember his true identity. Her expression of trust would undergo an immediate reversal if she realized who he was–a convicted felon.  
           Again, he was reminded that only a miracle had saved him. If not for that series of perfectly timed explosions, he would be dead by now. And this woman–this doctor–would have signed his death certificate.
           "I must have fainted."   She gave him a weak smile. "I'd like to try sitting up now."
           "Take it easy."   He helped her into a sitting position, which brought their bodies into even more intimate contact. But if she'd noticed his arousal, she didn't show it. Yeah, some priest, Nolan .  
           Luke winced as she slid across him. Bracing herself with her hand, she eased off his lap and onto the floor at his side. Now, maybe, he could get his ill-timed and ill-mannered cravings under control. He had far more urgent matters to attend.
           "You okay?" he asked. His voice sounded hoarse. Strained. Had she noticed?
           "Yes, I think so."   She drew a deep breath and smiled. "Thank you again, Father."
           He could grow to hate that title, except it might save his life yet. "You're welcome."   Clearing his throat, he brought his knees up to chin level. "We'll rest here until the storm passes."
           "Yes, maybe when the rain stops, we'll be able to see the town again."
           "If we've been heading in the right direction."   Luke tried to keep impatience from his voice, but this delay could cost him plenty. "From what I saw before the rain started, we still have to go down this mountain and up another."
           She sighed and scooted against the stone wall beside him, her thigh barely touching his. Following his example, she pulled her knees against her chest.  
           Luke couldn't prevent himself from remembering what she'd felt like in his lap. His pulse escalated and his heart pressed against his constricting throat, just as his erection pressed against the zipper of Father Salazar's trousers.
           Shame filled him. The real priest was dead and Luke was alive. The least he could do was keep himself from getting a boner every time a woman brushed against him. But how?
           By planning his future. Now that he had one...
           He'd take Sofie to the town, then head south. There wasn't much money in Father Salazar's wallet, but there was probably enough for a bus ticket. Distance was the key.
           Distance...and speed.

           Sofie tried not to remember Father Salazar's erection, but she couldn't help it. A priest had responded to her sexually.
           A priest!   She swallowed hard and bit her lower lip. Of course, she shouldn't even have noticed, and it was wrong of her to think about it now.
           What kind of person was she? She had no idea. Sofie was a stranger to herself. For all she knew, maybe she was the kind of woman who would encourage such attention from a man. Even from a