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for her long ago. "You didn't have to undress me completely." Even her lingerie had been removed.
    Exhaling tiredly, Wolf got to his feet after covering her legs back up. "Women all look the same. Hell, I've helped deliver babies, so don't pretend I've done something wrong."
    Sarah watched him stalk out of the room. Looking to her right out the nearest window, she realized it was dusk. Another thunderstorm was lashing the cabin, and above the firs she could see lightning dancing across the gray, turbulent sky. Pulling her covers aside, Sarah examined her feet, which were tightly bandaged. Her mouth dropped open. He'd torn up one of her bed sheets to wrap them! She only had two sets to her name.
    The aggravating pain increased as Sarah lifted her legs and swung them across the bed. Her feet barely touching the shining hardwood floor, she groaned.
    "What do you think you're doing?" Wolf demanded, appearing at the doorway.
    Sarah glared at him. He was carrying a bowl of soup and a cup in his hands. "Getting up. What's it look like?"
    "Get back into bed. You try and stand up again and you'll faint again. Is that what you want?" Wolf walked toward Sarah, glowering. He didn't want to growl at her. Why couldn't she be civil?
    "No," Sarah muttered belligerently, her fingers digging into the sides of the mattress. "I don't want to faint again. Not ever."
    "Well," he drawled, setting the bowl and the cup on her pine dresser, "then I suggest you stay put. You've probably got a few torn muscles in both legs. If you're smart, you'll stick to bed rest and take the help offered."
    Giving him a rebellious stare, Sarah whispered, "Help? You're a stranger. You did me a good turn. Thank you. Now why don't you leave?"
    With a shake of his head, Wolf looked around the small room. The cabin had been built the old-fashioned way—with mortar and logs. The floor, of reddish-gold cedar, was a masterpiece—a credit to the builder. "You need help, that's why."
    Sarah held his hooded look, but couldn't think of a response.
    Wolf offered her the cup he'd brought. "It's comfrey tea. I found the herb out in one of your cupboards. My grandmother taught me about herbs when I was a kid, and I know this one's good for muscle and bone injuries. Why don't you drink it?"
    Thirsty beyond belief, Sarah took the proffered cup. "Thanks. . ."
    Wolf smiled tentatively, watching her drink the warm liquid down in several gulps. Sarah was becoming civil by degrees. His Cherokee heritage, the wellspring of his patience, would just have to endure her outrageous behavior until he could find out why she behaved so rudely. When she'd finished the tea, she held the cup out to him.
    "Want more?"
    "No."
    But he could see that she did and was too proud to admit it. "I'll get you some."
    "I'll get it myself," Sarah said.
    "You want to fall flat on your face?"
    Glaring up at him, at the rugged features shadowed in the light, Sarah grimaced. Gingerly she tested her left foot, putting a bit of weight on it. The pain was immediate.
    "You always learn the hard way?" Wolf demanded, taking the cup out of her hand.
    Sarah ignored him and hung her head. When he came back a few minutes later, she took the cup. "Thank you."
    "You're welcome." Wolf made himself at home in the rocker at the end of the bed. Facing Sarah, he noticed the way the light accentuated her soft oval face. With her hair wrapped up in the towel, she looked elegant. Her cheekbones were well shaped, and there was width between her huge blue eyes. Without trying, Wolf's gaze fell to her glistening lips as she unconsciously licked them free of the last of the comfrey tea.
    " This cabin belong to you?" he asked.
    "Yes. Actually, my father built it. Well, we all did."
    "It's a nice place. Had a hell of a time finding it in the middle of a thunderstorm, though."
    The soothing quality of his baritone voice lulled Sarah, making her feel cared for—protected. Quickly she snapped herself out of that mode. She didn't know this man.