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they could get better acquainted now.
    He pulled himself further into a sitting position. His head spun. Damn. He hadn’t felt weak like this since that one year he caught the flu. That had been a nasty strain, and Chase had been laid up in the hospital for a week. He’d missed almost a month of football practice. That was during his freshman year in high school. He’d been surprised the coach had kept him on the team. But Coach Beckman had always believed in him. Always told him to strive to be better. He’d been more of a father figure than his old man. He sure missed him. Right after the end of senior year, after Chase was announced All-Star Quarterback, the coach had had a massive heart attack. It had been quite a shock. Maybe he wouldn’t be here right now if coach Beckman was still alive.
    Chase heard a squeaking at the door, and looked up. His cute little nurse was back. She held a steaming wooden bowl and spoon in one hand, and a rustic-looking lamp in the other. Their eyes met. She didn’t smile. Her eyes were large and round, but damn, if they weren’t the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. A vague memory tapped his brain. A dark-haired, blue-eyed angel staring intently at him while he was flat on his back.
    She set the lamp on the little table next to the bed, and held the bowl out to him. “This might be a little hot. But it will warm you.”
    “Thanks.” He took the bowl from her, and set it on his lap. She was about to turn and walk away. Without even thinking, his hand snaked out and grabbed her around the wrist, pulling her down on the bed. “What’s the rush, Pocahontas? Stay and keep me company. I’ll let you feed me, if you’d like.” He flashed a grin that he knew worked on girls every time.
    He had no idea how it happened, but the next thing he knew, he was staring at the pointy tip of a huge hunting knife. And it looked razor sharp. The girl had it pointed inches from his jugular. Chase scooted back in surprise. The fast movement caused the bowl on his lap to spill.
    “Holy shit!”  He jumped to the side and tumbled off the bed on the opposite side, landing on the floor with a loud thud. Damn, that soup was hot. And it had spilled all over his pants, scalding his family jewels. He hastily unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, hoping to minimize the damage.  Kicking the shorts off his legs, he pulled himself off the ground. His boxers were wet, but at least not hot where it counted. He peered up and over the bed. The girl was gone.
    “Damn, Russell. What the hell was that about?” He’d certainly never gotten a reaction like that from a girl. One of the benefits of being a star athlete. All the chicks wanted to go out with you. He was used to girls – cute or otherwise – to flaunt themselves at him. Having a knife pointed at his throat was an entirely new experience.
    Can you blame her, Russell? She helps you out and you act like you want to get it on with her between the sheets. Well, maybe that thought had crossed his mind, but he was in no condition to follow through with such a thought. At least not at the moment. Hell, his balls had been nearly frozen off, and now he’d almost cooked them. Maybe he wouldn’t be in any condition for quite a while.
    He ran his hand over his face. The two-day-old stubble felt rough against his hand. He had to look like hell. What he needed was a good long soak in a hot shower. He bent down and picked up his shorts. They were still wet, but at least the moisture was cold now. He pulled them back on, since it was all he had to wear.
    Time to go make nice with the little Indian princess. Guilt nagged him. His actions had been rather rude, he admitted. He didn’t know what made him do something stupid like that. Her deep blue eyes flashed before him, the look of concern on her face when he’d been barely conscious. Angel. Yeah. Hell’s Angel.
    Chase walked to the door on unsteady legs. He hated this weak feeling. His stomach growled. How long had he