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though she’d stopped trying to fight him.  Her silken hair tickled his chin.  Once he ’d reached the couch, he carefully set her against the cushions and her head lolled against the couch .  S he looked up at him with half-lidded eyes .  Her hair fanned out around her head.
    “Head hurts , ” she whispered.
    Bastian brushed the bangs from her forehead and touched her temples.   “It seems to do that a lot.”  
    “No, not really.”  Kaylee closed her eyes.  “Only when I’m awake.” He lightly rubbed her temples.  “Mmm.  That feels good --really good.”
    “It does, eh?   Anything I can get for you? ”  Bastian stared into her face, watching as she licked her lips.  He wanted to trace them, to touch the swell of her cheeks, and the graceful line of her neck.  Instead , he stroked her forehead and savored the slow rhythm of her breath. 
    “A truckload of Tylenol 3.”
    “Where’s the truck?”
    Kaylee laughed.  “Don’t have one.”
    Bastian leaned closer.  “Then how do you expect me to accomplish that one, lady?”  He watched her smile slowly slip away.  “Perhaps I should take a rain check on the hot chocolate,” he said quietly.
    “ It’s already made ,” Kaylee slurred.  “Can’t you stay?”
    “You look dead tired, Kaylee.”
    “What an expression.  Okay, maybe I don’t want hot chocolate.  Maybe I just don’t want to be alone.  Would that be so unforgiveable? ”  Kaylee reached up and touched his hand as it stroked her face.    She forced her eyes open. 
    “Okay, fine.  I’ll get the hot chocolate.”  He stepped into the kitchen, poured the water into one of the mugs and stirred.  Then he walked back into the living room and found Kaylee asleep.  He sat on the edge of the couch and slowly sipped his cocoa until he ’d reached the bottom and set the empty mug on the table before he stood.
    “Sweet dreams, Kaylee .  I’ll stop by and check on you tomorrow ,” he said softly.  He reached behind her and unfolded the afghan on t he back of the couch , draping it over her and tucking the edges in around her.
    That was a promise he never meant to make, but, as he walked out the front door, he knew it was one he intended to keep.

                                                                                                                                                                          
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
    From a distance, Kaylee heard the grandfather clock down the hall chime six.  Forcing her eyes open, she peered around the room and realized she wasn’t in her bed but instead lying on the couch.  A blanket covered her, and for just a few seconds, she wondered how she had gotten there.  Then, as she remembered yesterday’s ride from the hospital, she fingered the blanket, brushing the surface where Bastian’s hands might have touched it.  Sitting up, she looked over at the mug on the table and saw a film of cocoa coating the bottom.  Bastian had stayed long enough to finish it before leaving.
    “What were the odds?” she mused, thinking that of all the people who could have fished her out of that pond, she never would have put him on the list ; the first time she’d seen Bastian was six months ago when he came in for a hot meal at the soup kitchen where she volunteered.
    Her secretary, who also volunteered, had nudged her.  “Get a load of that one,” Rosie said, smiling.  “Tall, dark, and knock your socks off, baby.”
    Despite her best intention at ignoring her friend’s comments, Kaylee had still looked and found herself mesmerized.  A rough stubble had lined his blunt chin , and the length of his dark hair had rested on his shoulders.  Dressed in black jeans, a grey sweatshirt , and tennis shoes, he ’d refused to meet her