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and cut the connection then slowly inched toward the bathroom. She listened hard, then tentatively called out for the guy. When she didn’t get a response, she approached the door. Her hand shook as she griped the handle and pulled, but it wouldn’t budge. He must have locked it.
    “Hello?” she said, knocking. “You didn’t die, did you?”
    Dead silence.
    Biting her lip, she tried pulling on the knob again. Frustrated, she let out a big breath that sent her tangled mess of hair fluttering. Really? You brought this strange… creature into your home. What were you thinking? He was probably bleeding all over her bathroom floor. That thought gave her pause, and she started to panic. What if he were really dying?”
    Balling her fist in frustration, she wanted to beat on the door. A lot of people said she was naïve, others reckless, but what Dahlia Pinski wasn’t, was helpless. Racing to the kitchen, she dug in the junk drawer and located a screw driver. She was at the bathroom door in a flash, and started working on the hinges. It took a few tries, but she got the first one off. The other was a lot easier. Putting all her strength into it, she forced the door open, the sound of cracking wood making her groan. She was so charging him for new siding.
    Dahlia stilled, her hand going to her mouth in disbelief as she found Garrett. He had indeed passed out. Apparently, he had crumpled to his knees, his body falling forward to leave him in an uncomfortable kneeling position that revealed…
    “Holy… crap,” she muttered as she got a good look at his well-shaped ass, his skin a creamy caramel throughout. Her cheeks flamed as his position revealed a large, potent nutsack and the tip of his beyond-well-endowed cock— Dahlia Ann Pinski! What is wrong with you ogling an injured man while he is unconscious?
    She squeezed in, and tried to advert her eyes as she reached for the towel. Her fingers connected with the fabric and she spread it over his limp body, the super-plush towel doing little to cover his large frame. She poked him several times, and called his name, but he seemed to be out cold. His chest and shoulders moved up and down at a steady pace, letting her know he was still breathing.
    “Boy,” she said, taking a seat on the commode. “If it weren’t for all the blood, and the fact you parade around as a bear, having a naked man in my bathroom would be really awesome.”
    She watched him for a long moment, wondering if this was some bizarre dream. All her life she had wanted to find that creature that had saved her, but now that she was presented with evidence of another world, it didn’t seem real. Whatever Garrett was or wasn’t, the reality was that he was in bad shape. Shaking her head, she rose to her feet and disconnected the door. Setting it aside, she returned to the living room, and plucked the throw blanket from the couch then laid it on the bathroom floor behind Garrett.
    Positioning herself in front of him, Dahlia took several deep breaths, then put her back into lifting his head and shoulders off the tile. The guy weighed a ton, his bulk falling against her like a sack of potatoes. She huffed and pushed. His weight shifted behind him, and he fell on his back against the blanket. His head made a whomp sound as it hit the floor, and she winced.
    “Sorry,” Dahlia muttered then shifted around to the other side.
    Getting a good grip on the ends of the blanket, she threw her weight behind her and pulled. Judging by the inch she managed to gain, she knew she was going to need a deep-tissue massage by the time she got him to the couch.

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Garrett came awake with a start, his body jerking in alert. The pain had subsided to an ache, his wounds itching rather than burning, and his head didn’t feel pressurized.
    “You’re still alive. Thank God,” someone said, and the soft, feminine voice tugged at Garrett’s memory cords. Dahlia. Yeah, that was her name.
    He blinked away the