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sleeping form, watching intently as the color slowly worked its way back into him, until his freckles became almost invisible against his lightly tanned skin once again.  As I watched, his breathing return to a deep, normal rhythm, I couldn’t help admiring his perfect, hard-muscled body.
    Stop that!  I snapped at myself.  He’s a heartless bastard.
    A sexy, heartless bastard.
    His arms were corded, all of his muscles perfectly defined as though they had been carefully carved by a master sculptor.  Even under the gauze, I knew that his chest was hard and strong, and I found my eyes wandering down from the wound to his perfect abs.  There was a dusting of dark hair, a trail that led from his navel down into his jeans…
    I mentally slapped myself.  I might be handcuffed to a bed next to one of the sexiest men that I had ever seen, but this was so not the way I had fantasized about this scenario.  Usually the man was conscious.  And I wasn’t in fear for my life.  Yes, this was decidedly less erotic that what I had envisioned.
    Think about something else, I commanded my flighty brain.
    But as the long minutes ticked slowly by, I found it impossible to stop staring at his perfection.  If I had to be trapped in a room with a strange man, I guess ed Sean wasn’t my worst option.  Besides, focusing on his physical beauty kept my mind from wildly speculating about what might happen to me.
    Would Bradley kill me the next time he came to check on Sean?  How long would I be trapped here?  Would even Sean turn on me once he was healed?
    No, memorizing every line of Sean’s handsome face, every facet of color in his dark auburn hair, was far less terrifying than contemplating my future.

Chapter 3
    I had no idea how much time had passed, but I was thoroughly bored; there was only so long I could stare at Sean without feeling distinctly uncomfortable with the blooming warmth in my belly.  So when I heard his low groan, I was almost thrilled at the sound.  The long silence was broken, at least.
    His eyes were clouded over, confused for a moment.  He was clearly disoriented after being unconscious for so long.  His head turned, and his gaze focused as it landed on me.  A lopsided, lazy smile broke out on his face.
    “Hi, gorgeous,” he said, a cocky note in his voice.  Then his brow furrowed.  “No offense, sweetie, but I don’t really remember last night.”  His smile widened as his eyes roved up and down my body, coming to rest on my cuffed hand.  “And I must say that I’m very sorry for that.  Looks like it was a good time.”
    I gasped, momentarily taken aback.
    Gorgeous?
    Some part of my brain noticed that there was a slight, sexy lilt to his deep voice that I couldn’t quite identify.  I liked the way it sounded as he stared at me appreciatively.  No one had looked at me like that in years.  I hadn’t let them…
    My moment of flattery quickly faded in wake of anger.
    “Listen, jackass,” I began, my voice hard.  “I didn’t sleep with you.  I saved your life, in case you don’t recall.  That pain in your shoulder isn’t a sex sprain.  You were shot, idiot. Besides,” I added with venom, “I don’t really care to sleep with you after what you’ve done to me.  You’re holding me hostage, remember?”  I jerked at the cuff for emphasis.
    Sean frowned as comprehension dawned in his eyes.  Was that… shame in his expression?
    “Oh.  Yeah,” he said simply.
    “Yeah,” I spat at him.
    He sighed heavily and then winced at the resultant pain in his chest.  I wanted to feel a surge of vindictive pleasure, but it didn’t come.  Instead, the clinician in me softened towards him, unable to bear seeing a patient in pain.
    “How are you feeling?”  I asked gently.
    “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth.
    I snorted derisively.  “Uh-huh,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.  “Because you look just fine.  You were shot, you’ve been unconscious for hours, and you