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cooling desert of her Texas homeland to find him.
    Marjorie swam through the North Atlantic’s cold waters to reach the island where he waited.
    Jillian gathered heather in the English mist to take to him in a rose-draped bower.
    Cathy climbed the rolling hills of her Midwestern farmland.
    Shirley ran to him along the teeming banks of the Irish countryside.
    Nicole danced for him in the moonlight beneath a lowering Welsh sky.
    June read poetry to him as a gentle rain fell on the crashing waves of the Pacific Ocean.
    And the others-all the women onboard-each found him in her own way, in her own homeland, each searching in her own way for the gentle hand he held out to them.
    All except Caitlin, who slept soundly for the first time in weeks.

Chapter Two
     
    “There’s been no change, Doc,” Lisa told Caitlin the next morning. “He’s barely breathing.” She laid a gentle hand on the patient’s leg. “Brainwaves are erratic, though.” She looked up. “That suggests he’s dreaming, doesn’t it?”
    “It would appear so,” Caitlin replied as she read the EEG report. She went over her patient’s chart and shook her head. “He’s not improving at all, is he?”
    “No,” Lisa sighed, unaware that her hand was moving up and down the unconscious man’s leg from knee to ankle and back again.
    Caitlin drew in a long, deep breath, and then exhaled slowly. “Has Jax done the autopsy on the women, yet?”
    “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him this morning.” Lisa shrugged. “I didn’t sleep all that well last night.”
    “I sure did,” Caitlin replied. “Like the dead.” Her gaze went to her patient and she reached out to stroke a lock of tumbled black hair from his face.
    “We can’t seem to stop touching him, you know?” Marjorie mumbled from her workstation. “Have you noticed that?”
    Caitlin looked around. “What do you mean?”
    Marjorie blushed. “All of us,” she answered. “Every woman who comes in here...”
    “And I don’t think there’s been a single woman on board the Orion who hasn’t had a lame-ass reason to come traipsing through here this morning,” one of the male med techs complained. He got up from his workstation and carried a wire basket of vials to the sink, a look of disgust on his florid face. “They all have to touch him,” he grated. “You’d think he was a god or something the way they’ve been carrying on.”
    “We’re concerned for him,” Lisa protested.
    “Yeah, right,” the med tech snorted. “I want you to tell me how bending down and kissing him helps him recover!”
    “Kissing him?” Caitlin echoed, her mouth sagging open.
    “Aye,” the med tech grunted. “Every last one of them has bent over and kissed his forehead like they were bestowing some kind of blessing on the bugger!”
    Caitlin looked up at Marjorie. “Is that true? Has that really been happening?”
    Marjorie shrugged, embarrassment plain on her face. “Aye, it has been, but it probably has something to do with the fact that every last one of us dreamed about him last night. Look at him, Caitlin: doesn’t what those bitches did to him just stick in your craw? Don’t you want to, well, hell, kiss him and make him better?”
    A look of pure astonishment flowed over Caitlin’s face before she snapped her gaping mouth shut and turned away. “You let those women know that sick bay is off limits to them unless they work here,” she ordered.
    “Did you?” Lisa asked.
    “Did I what?” Caitlin snapped, put out for no apparent reason she could understand.
    “You know,” Lisa replied. “Dream about him?”
    “Most certainly not!” Caitlin denied.
    “Then you’re the only one,” Marjorie informed her.
    Caitlin fixed her two female med techs with a scathing look. “Do you women have work to do or would you like me to make work for you to do?”
    Marjorie and Lisa exchanged looks and shook their heads. “We’ve got plenty to do,” Marjorie admitted.
    “Then go do it!”