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knew from where she’d got the audacity, but she spread her fingers, gently stroking them over his damp brow. Smoothing the frown lines, stretching higher to reach into his hair, rumpling it ever so gently.
    Her fingertips felt so sensitive—never had she felt something so strong inside from just touching someone. Thestrangest kind of electricity surged into her. Thrilling yet relaxing at the same time. It felt right to be touching him. It felt good. Okay, more than good. Sexual energy strummed through her, just like that. She wanted to move, to touch more, to shift her hips—tease the ache that had woken deep within.
    His eyes didn’t leave hers, filled with a look so full of…something. Was it anger or desire or something deeper and darker still?
    The buzzing made her jump. Made him grip her even harder—so hard she winced.
    â€˜That’ll be the nurse,’ she muttered.
    Despite the illness he had fearsome strength when he wanted to use it.
    She finally broke away from his deepening gaze, and pointedly looked at his hand. ‘You need to let me go.’
    His fingers loosened and she pulled her hand free. Her heart was beating so fast she felt dizzy. Maybe it wasn’t tonsillitis that he had. Maybe it was the flu and she’d caught it just like that. She felt as hot as he looked.
    She caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror hanging on the wall as she hurried to the door. Yes, the colour in her cheeks was definitely more than the usual. And her eyes looked huge.
    The nurse was at least fifty and looked like a total grandma with her specs and cardigan and knitting needles poking out of her bag. She talked like a grandma too—incessant, interested and caring but with an underlying thread of steel.
    Sophy smothered her smile as the woman began her no nonsense fussing over Lorenzo. Definitely time to make a move. She needed some space to examine that moment again too.
    â€˜I’ll phone later,’ she said to the nurse.
    â€˜Aren’t you going to talk to me?’ A growl from the sofa.
    â€˜You’re going to be asleep.’ Sophy went even warmer inside when she saw the put out look flash on his face.
    But then he started shivering again and the nurse turned to him. ‘We need to get you into bed, don’t we? I’ll go and put some nice fresh sheets on it. No, don’t worry, I can find them. You just lie back and relax. Medicine, some pain-killers, something nice and warm to drink. We’ll have you better in no time.’
    Sophy watched the woman bustle off, finding her way around the place by some kind of special nursing sixth sense. She looked back at Lorenzo; he was looking at the nurse with such loathing that Sophy had to clap her hand over her mouth to stop herself laughing. At her movement his head whipped round and he glared at her. Oh, boy, definitely time to go.
    â€˜Sophy.’
    Halfway across the room she hesitated.
    â€˜Come here.’
    Sick as he was, it was a command. And Sophy felt a scarily overwhelming urge to do as he bid. How pathetic—it wasn’t as if he could do much if she refused.
    â€˜Come here.’ Softly spoken again, but it wasn’t just a thread of steel in there—it was a whole core. And his magnetism wasn’t something she could ignore.
    She walked over to him. Even though he was the one lying down, even though she was the one who could leave, somehow the balance of power had changed. In those few minutes when she’d been crouched next to him, stroking him, something had changed completely.
    She stopped a little distance away, met the deep, dark gaze a little nervously.
    â€˜I want to thank you,’ he said quietly.
    â€˜It’s not necessary.’ She felt the blush rising in her cheeks.Sorting out others was her speciality. She had a family of geniuses who could barely organise what they wanted to make for dinner every night. This was nothing.
    He was still looking at her so in