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no severe injuries.”
    She gave a brief nod and winced.
    â€œSomething pains you?” he asked, concerned.
    â€œMy arm is twisted beneath me, and it’s beginning to hurt.”
    Reeve slowly untangled his one arm from beneath her and eased his legs from around hers before gently moving himself off her to stand and give a stretch. Ascertaining that he had no injuries, he was quick to drop down on his haunches to help her.
    She sighed. “With you off me, I feel much better.”
    Reeve grabbed at his chest and grinned. “You are the only woman who finds relief in me not being on top of her.”
    Tara laughed and struggled to sit up. Reeve was quick to help her, his hand slipping behind to rest at her back. Oddly enough, she didn’t protest, though Reeve let his hand fall away as soon as he sat her up.
    â€œThat is because I am different from all the women you have known,” she said with a wide smile.
    When she smiled, her lavender eyes darkened to a sultry purple, and with her cheeks flushed, she was far prettier than Reeve had first believed. And yes, she was right. She was different. He wasn’t quite sure how, but she was different.
    â€œYour arm?” he asked, seeing how she cradled it.
    â€œJust sore, nothing more,” she assured him moving it up and down so that he could judge for himself.
    He instinctively reached out to help her stand when her eyes opened wide, warning him not to touch. So they were back to that again, and he shook his head. “This will not do.” And with that, his hands went to her waist, and he brought her to her feet in one gentle swing.
    His hands remained firm at her waist as he spoke. “There is no way I can keep my hands off you.”
    â€œWhat?” she asked, startled.
    â€œNot in an intimate sense,” he corrected, and damned if images of him touching her intimately didn’t pop into his head. He shook the vivid scenes away before they could do more damage, and explained, “I cannot stop myself from reaching out and helping you when you need it. It’s simple instinct. And evidently you wish my help since you called my name when in trouble. So there will be no telling me that I cannot touch you or warning me with that evil eye look. I will be touching you, so get used to it.”
    Tara glared at him wide-eyed and wide-mouthed.
    Reeve glared right back, folding his arms across his chest.
    â€œYou’re placing yourself in danger,” she said.
    Reeve looked himself up and down. “I look just fine. You, on the other hand,” he said, pointing his finger at her, “have had a couple of close calls, which I”—he thumped his chest—“saved you from. And so far, I am still standing, as you can plainly see. I am not deader than dead. I am alive and well.”
    â€œYou are,” she said as though it were a miracle.
    â€œPerhaps the curse is gone,” he suggested.
    â€œI doubt that.”
    â€œThen why am I still alive?”
    Tara shook her head. “I don’t know, but I fear taking chances with your life.”
    â€œIt isn’t you taking the chance. It is me. I chose to help you; therefore, whatever happens is my own fault.”
    â€œBut I have warned you—”
    â€œTrue, you have, and still I choose to help you,” he said. “So the consequences are of my own making.”
    She worried at her lower lip, and Reeve watched it plump further to life. Damn, but he was in need of a woman. That was the problem; he had been too long without one. Who was he kidding? It had been only three days since he had coupled with a very willing widow who had provided him with water when he had stopped at her croft, then suggested he share supper with her until finally she had invited him into her bed. They had had a good time, and when he left, after a delicious morning romp in her bed, they had both been smiling.
    Why had he suddenly begun to think of intimacy with