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hell had she been masturbating?
    “I’m not sure I can walk,” she replied.
    “Right.”
    “And I want to use the toilet.”
    Baz knew modesty had to be set aside when other needs were paramount, and it wasn’t as though he’d get all hot and horny over her while she was taking a pee.
    Would he?
    He turned back to find her frowning at the T–shirt in her hands. “Here, I’ll help you with that,” he said, using his best teacher’s voice. Then he stepped warily closer, took it off her and gingerly pulled the neck of it down over her head, being careful to avoid scraping over the dried blood on her scalp. Not so difficult, Baz. He waited, and when she made no move to take over, he steered her arms into the holes and pulled it down over her body. But not before he’d seen her very nice breasts rise and fall.
    That isn’t helping, Wilson.
    He swallowed. Hard.
    “Put your arm over my shoulder,” he instructed, trying to sound business–like when his voice was trembling. “I’ll help you up.” It was a bad suggestion considering the state of Baz’s shorts, but the alternative was to let her pee in the bed. He didn’t think either of them would appreciate that.
    She did as she was told and Baz was careful to put his hand under her armpit in such a way that his fingers weren’t going to touch her breast. Up–close, she was completely irresistible – the wide eyes, the tousled hair, the delicious salty smell of her skin. His body physically ached to be pressed against hers and the throbbing was so loud Baz could hear it inside his ears, but her predicament kept him on track.
    He maintained a careful distance between them as he pulled her upright, then she wobbled momentarily before following his lead to put one leg in front of the other. It was an odd stilted gait, as though she wasn’t sure how much pressure her feet could take. But by the time they were into the bathroom he could feel her taking more of her own weight, and when she asked to be set down on the side of the marble bath, he was fairly confident she’d be able to manage herself from there. Which was good. He didn’t particularly want to watch her pee. Although, truth be told, he imagined that would be sexy too. She just had to frown at him with those sea–blue eyes and…
    “I’ll leave you to it,” he said, and started to back out.
    “I have pretty feet.” She was gazing at her toes which seemed to be painted with a blue–green shiny nail polish, like her fingers. The color matched her eyes.
    “They’re beautiful,” he replied before he could stop himself, but she merely nodded in agreement. Clearly not the type to be embarrassed by compliments. “I’ll be right outside,” he said, backing into the hallway, arms wrapped around his bare chest, as though trying to hold his heart in. “Call me if you need me.” He shut the door, then forced himself to walk away, into the sitting room where he paced around the lounge, took a beer out of the bar fridge then remembered the police were coming and put it back in.
    The bathroom door remained tantalizingly shut.
    Who was she?
    A name would have been a good start. And he hadn’t introduced himself either. Damn, where were his manners?
    Well, left on the bedroom floor with his tongue most likely. It wasn’t every day you walked in on a naked girl masturbating. He should cut himself some slack. It was a marvel that he wasn’t a blithering idiot by now.
    At last he heard the toilet flush, and gave her a moment longer before he went back to the doorway and called out, “Need a hand?”
    “Yes,” she replied and he opened the door.
    She was back on the side of the bath next to the toilet, and the tap in the basin was running. He turned it off.
    “I washed my hands,” she said, “But wasn’t sure if I should have washed my genitals as well. I am producing a lot of bodily fluids, not all to do with elimination.”
    Baz blinked at her for a moment before he found his voice, which came