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last time she’d impressed anyone with anything except her running speed, and warmed at his teasing compliment.
    Ignoring her claim that she was okay, he made a quick check on things in his cockpit then unhooked a first-aid kit mounted on the wall near his seat. Removing assorted medical supplies, he reached for her leg then hesitated, his hand in mid-air obviously waiting for her permission.
    Long seconds passed as they locked stares.
    Just give him a nod. How could she not after all he’d done? Her stomach clenched. Lowering her guard and trusting a man had put her in this position.
    Zane continued to hold his hand out with endless patience written in his face. No man was that patient.
    She wouldn’t bleed to death. Mason hadn’t raped her, yet, but he’d left her reluctant to allow any man to touch her. The reasons to say no just kept piling up in her head until Zane withdrew his hand and eased back.
    Understanding filled his eyes.
    How could he understand?
    She didn’t know, but he did. And the fact that he did was the tipping point that caused her to reconsider his offer. This man was not the enemy and she had no one to turn to. He was offering help. All she had to do was give a tiny bit of trust.
    Hadn’t he earned that by risking his life to save her? 
    Offering him an apologetic smile, she lifted one leg for him to clean. His long fingers wrapped around her ankle and her pulse jumped.
    He tenderly cleaned the cuts with an antiseptic cloth. It stung, but she could handle that better than the embarrassment of a stranger seeing what Mason had done.
    No man would ever lay a hand on her again and walk away unscathed.
    Zane lingered over a particularly nasty bruise.
    She knew the minute he noticed the difference between fresh injuries she’d gained during her escape and those she’d had longer. He drew a slow breath as if trying to get past the fading yellow and blue splotches.
    But he said nothing and she silently thanked him.
    The airplane skimmed along through inky darkness punctuated by flashes of light from storm clouds a little ways off. She closed her eyes, fantasizing that she could stay up here forever where she was safe. An unfamiliar feeling.
    Warm fingers grazed her legs with more care than she’d known since her mother had died.
    After Mason’s brutality, this man’s consideration was a balm to her ragged emotions. She hadn’t felt the sting of tears in years because she’d simply refused to cry, but Zane’s kindness drew on emotions she’d buried to survive.
    He’d lulled her into a semi-comatose state until he replaced the cloth with fingers that glided across her skin, applying a salve.
    Her eyes flew open to see the top of his head where he bent over her leg. Close enough to smell his fresh aftershave. Her skin tingled and came alive. She clamped her lips shut to keep from sucking in air at the way her body was reacting. Heat sizzled along her legs, racing up to where they met and...
    He leaned forward, his hands moving higher along her leg.
    She bit hard on her back teeth, determined not to tremble and give him the wrong idea. He was only smoothing antibiotic cream over her skin, not trying to tantalize her.
    Tell that to your body .
    Her next breath drew in a scent of male, lots of male. The sexy combination overrode her shaky nerves to ignite a burst of feminine response – the last thing she’d expected.
    Sure as heck hadn’t seen that coming. What could be wrong with her to be turned on now of all times?
    One look at the attractive pilot answered her question.
    She liked large men. And sexy men.
    Zane Black fit the bill on both counts. He was gorgeous and had the kind of touch a woman craved.
    Her breathing hitched.
    He glanced up. His warm eyes darkened with a gleam of interest. 
    She gave him a that-wasn’t-what-you-thought-you-heard shrug and waited to see if her bluff worked or if he was going to make a crack about how she could join the mile-high club.
    But he didn’t. With