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she could only describe as … relief ?
    Something warm filled her chest. “Shhh,” she murmured, stroking his hand with her thumb. “You’re okay. Everything is okay now.” As she rubbed her cheek against his chest, she was surprised to realize that it was.
    • • •
    Something was different. Eli could sense it. It has started the same way it always did. The black void interrupted by a flash of light, a gasp of breath. Panic had followed, and he’d struggled, jerking his arms and legs, his hands grasping, one of them finding purchase and tugging something toward him.
    And then, his world had slowed down. His left hand moving, fingers burying in the softest thing he had ever felt. His right hand was being stroked in gentling circles, and he lay still to better absorb the sensations.
    He was supposed to be afraid, wasn’t he? He struggled to remember, everything was so murky, but he was certain that in the past, at this point, he always felt fear .
    A low, feminine voice was murmuring soothing sounds to him, and he relaxed completely. There was nothing to fear here. In fact, for the first time since he could remember, he felt complete. Fulfilled.
    He extricated his right hand and swept his arm out to haul a warm bundle of curves to his side. He felt her stiffen, and then she relaxed against him. He brought his face to where his left hand was nestled and inhaled.
    Sunshine.
    Some distant memory pinged in his brain. He knew this smell. It was important to him, but why? His arm tightened.
    She began to struggle again, and he rolled over her, pinning her movements with the weight of his body. She pushed against his chest, small sounds of distress escaping her lips, and he grabbed each wrist and hauled her arms over her head, burying his face in her neck and inhaling once again.
    It’s her. She’s the One .
    His eyes opened in shock, and he found himself staring at a delicate ear surrounded by blonde curls. He lifted his head.
    Wide, frightened, unbelievably blue eyes met his searching gaze.
    “A-are you going to hurt me?” she stuttered.
    Hurt her? He could never hurt her. How could she not know that?
    He shook his head in confusion. Panicked breaths puffed out of her parted lips and fanned across his neck.
    “It’s you,” he said. Her eyes widened in question. “You’re here,” he whispered, awe lighting his face. His vision focused on her lips once again. All he could see, all his world was focused on, was her mouth. It was so lush. A full bottom lip. Fuller, sensuously curved upper lip. Straight, white teeth. The tip of her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
    His groin tightened at the sight, and he groaned. He had to taste her. It was imperative. He began to lower his head, never breaking his focus on her lips.
    His head snapped up, and he sniffed at the air.
    Something was wrong.
    A hand seized his ankle.

Chapter Four
    Abilene’s eyes widened in shock. He was going to … kiss her? She was equal parts titillated and horrified. This situation was outside of the normal care dictated by the Hippocratic oath.
    His size had been much less daunting when he lay prone and unconscious on the floor. Now, pressed against her from knee to chest, his enormous weight pinning her to the floor, he was pretty damn scary.
    Okay, and he was the most attractive man she had ever seen. The fact that he was naked rushed back in, and she bit her lip to keep from embarrassing herself with a moan.
    His gaze narrowed further on her mouth, his head lowered, and her stomach fluttered. Just as his lips nearly brushed hers, he jerked his head up; he sniffed the air like an animal.
    His body was wrenched down hers, his hands scrambled for purchase on the linoleum floor, and Abilene couldn’t comprehend what she was seeing.
    The wall of shelving she viewed each day had swung into the closet, revealing … a hidden door? Beyond, she could see the top of a blond head. The man’s hand was wrapped around the ankle of her patient, and he