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Now that he knew she was awake he took in the rounded hips and curved belly. She had full pillowy breasts that he wanted to bury his face in. That would come later, he promised his bear.
    “Can I sit up, please?” Sophie whispered up to Cage. He’d been staring at her and it was making her hot, as in a not appropriate time or place kind of hot.
    “Not until the ambulance gets here. There is a rescue station about twenty miles from here, and they can get here pretty quickly. I’m worried you have a concussion and you could have broken ribs. Here, we can use this to stop the bleeding,” he said letting go of her face and stripping off his work shirt. He bundled it up, gently lifted her head, and slid it up to provide a cushion, being careful to avoid the knot forming in the back.
    “Blood?” She was confused until she focused in on the man in front of her.
    Sophie was looking at the broad muscled chest straining against the white cotton T-shirt. She didn’t even realize when her hand came up and ran over one hard pec. A low grumble shuddered through Cage’s frame. She jerked her hand back, ashamed at letting herself do that. Maybe it was the head injury. Yeah, that’s it, she could blame a head injury for fondling her boss.
    “Don’t stop, do it again,” Cage said quietly, his eyes half closed but still watching her.
    His tone had her wanting to do anything he asked. She moved her trembling hand back to his chest, splaying her fingers wide and rubbing back and forth. The funny vibration went through Cage again and Sophie found she liked affecting him that way. Plus she got to touch an amazing chest. She wanted to see it bare, but that might breach some kind of employer/employee etiquette she figured. Not like the rubbing was in any way wrong or inappropriate, she thought.
    Looking back to his eyes from his chest, Sophie saw that he was watching her. His eyes never leaving her face. “We have a lot to talk about my Sophie. When you get better, okay?” He sounded so clear and sure that Sophie immediately agreed and tried to nod her head. The movement caused a shock of pain to rip through her head. She whimpered and closed her eyes against the agony.
    Soft warm lips grazed her temple and she heard, “Shhh…my Sophie, I’ve got you. Just close your eyes and breathe shallowly. We’ll get you feeling better in no time.” A soft kiss against her cheek felt like heaven. It made her feel better somehow. Some of her fear faded and the pain rushed away from where his lips touched her. She moaned a little at the relief and another kiss was placed on her forehead, then down to her other cheek. A scratchy bearded cheek rubbed against hers.
    She sighed, it felt good. It felt right somehow. She was thinking she was a terrible employee and deserved to get sacked for laying around on the job and snuggling the boss. But she heard a matching sigh for her sigh. He could hardly fire her for inappropriate behavior when he was acting just as poorly as she was.
    He smelled so good too. Like trees and earth and for some reason, honey. It was the perfect combination and Sophie felt herself getting sleepy.
    Cage noticed she was relaxing a bit too much and didn’t want her unconscious again. “Honey, you can’t fall asleep. You need to stay awake and talk to me. Tell me about breakfast, what were you going to cook today? More pancakes? I had yours yesterday and they were the best I had ever eaten. I swear, hands down best pancakes in Washington. Just don’t tell my mom,” he teased.
    Sophie opened her eyes again and watched Cage smile down at her. If it was possible he was more handsome smiling.
    “Porridge and eggs,” she whispered to him.
    “Porridge, huh? You know around here we call that oatmeal. You say porridge and people think of Goldilocks and the three little bears,” he said with a laugh.
    “I like porridge. I like bears. I like blonds,” she said fighting the warm grey fog trying to steal her consciousness.
    “You