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grinned at her impish tone, her slight but sexy lisp. “You’re scratched up, and—”

      “My God—” Her eyes went wide in horror. “So are you.”

      As if to prove her point, a warm trickle slid past the corner of his eye. He ran his thumb over his temple, inspected the smear of blood, then swiped the red on his soaked chinos.

      No headache. No sting. “Nothing serious.”

      Her unconvinced gaze zigzagged over his scored torso. “That’s a whole pile of ‘nothing serious,’ if you ask me.”

      Her concern was appreciated, but he’d live. Thankfully so would she.

      “There doesn’t appear to be any ligament damage.”

      “Are you a doctor?”

      “An accountant.”

      She looked uneasy. “No offence, but I thought accountants were supposed to wear black-rimmed glasses and look kind of nerdy.”

      He smiled. “No offence taken.”

      He’d worn just that type of glasses once—not that she needed to know. They were strangers, thrown together by situation and sheer luck. Of course that didn’t mean they couldn’t get to know one another. Might be the extraordinary circumstances, the overload of adrenaline, but somehow she seemed…

      Different.

      Oh, he dated. Hard not to when he was considered one of the country’s most eligible bachelors, and friends constantly set him up with “possibilities.” And, sure, women were nice. Hell, he wouldn’t want to live in a world without them. But he was way too busy to worry about relationships. Too busy for anything other than casual.

      As if that thought were a wish, an alternative vision of this woman swam up in his mind. With the tee removed, shortie-shorts too, her tan would be all over, her breasts mouth-wateringly full. The vee at the apex of her thighs shone with a tantalising tuft of caramel-gold—and why, dear heaven, was he letting his imagination run away on him like this?

      Gabriel scrubbed his bristled jaw and shook his head clear.

      Okay. Cold showers—and/or oceans—weren’t cutting it any more. It had been way too long. Still, he could control his overloaded testosterone levels. Willpower, in everything, was his speciality.

      He squared his shoulders, then moved to check the contusion on her head. After parting the clotted hair, his fingertips circled the injury and she hissed.

      “Sorry,” he murmured, then, “No cut. But you’ve got an egg.”

      “Laid by an emu, feels like.”

      Cupping her chin, he checked for uneven dilation of the pupils. When her large jewelled eyes blinked up at him, his groin flexed. Clearing his throat, he reminded himself of their circumstances and edged away.

      “You were knocked out. Do you remember how it happened? Your name? Is there any ringing in your ears?”

      What were the other signs of concussion?

      But she didn’t appear to be listening. Rather, those sparkling topaz eyes, surrounded by lush damp lashes, were examining him with new, almost innocent wonder.

      “You were standing up there, weren’t you? On that cliff.”

      His brows jumped. “You saw me?”

      “Only for a moment.” Her gaze dropped before catching his again. “This’ll sound crazy, but as I blacked out I thought you were…Well, I thought you were an angel.”

      He chuckled at her almost reverent tone. “Sorry to disappoint you again.” Not a doctor. Definitely not an angel.

      As a late afternoon breeze rustled through the palm fronds, and seagulls squawked overhead, her eyes glistened and her brow furrowed more.

      “Still, you…you seem familiar.”

       Really?

      Maybe it was more than seaside memories that made her seem familiar too. Had they met before? At a dinner? Maybe they lived in the same neighbour-hood? Potts Point, Sydney, was pricey, but then anyone vacationing at Diamond Shores had money and plenty of it.

      Before he could ask, she held her head and groaned over an apologetic smile.

      “I’m all muddled. My head feels like it’s packed with cotton wool.”

      “I’m not surprised.”

      She needed that knock checked out properly, along with some painkillers and an appropriate bandage for her foot. She needed civilisation, asap.

      “Give me a moment,” he said, determined to ignore the creak of tightening hamstrings, “and I’ll get you to a doctor.”

      The island enjoyed a full-time physician, as well as a seaplane and an emergency helicopter, both of which, he believed, served French champagne. Luxury at its decadent best.

      “That’d be great,” she said, tipping up. “You can lend me an arm. Or I could use a branch for a crutch.”

      He urged her back down. She needed to rest and lie flat. “You’re not walking anywhere.”

      Her doubtful gaze drilled his. “What’ll we do, then? Close our eyes and click our heels three times?”

      He grinned. Cute.

      “I’ll carry you.”

      “All the way to the resort?” She half coughed, half laughed. “Your arms will break off.”

      He cocked a brow. “I assure you they won’t.”

      Her cheeks pinked up before she gave a conciliatory sigh. “Look, I appreciate everything you’ve done. You’ve been two hundred percent chivalrous and I’ll be forever grateful. But I’m not exactly a flyweight.”

      Correct. She was shapely. Voluptuous, really. Precisely how a woman ought to be.

      He cut short his discreet assessment at the same time as she pushed back up on her elbows and sent over an all-settled, I’m-used-to-getting-my-own-way smile. “So, we’re agreed?”

      His hand on her shoulder eased her down again. “Lie flat.” She didn’t need to risk nausea or dizziness. “I’ll do whatever needs to be done.”

      “That can’t include giving yourself a heart attack.” Her eyes lit up. “I know. You can go for help and I’ll wait here.”

      “You need medical attention now, not later.”

      Besides, he wouldn’t leave her alone. She might get it into her head that she knew best and try to limp back to the resort.

      “You don’t understand,” she said. “I was big-boned before getting friendly with the food here. If you’ve tried the desserts, you’ll know you can’t stop at one.”

      Her lush lips were soft and parted now, and a delicate pulse beat at the base of her throat. I wonder what that pulse would feel like against my tongue? Gabriel thought.

      Wonder what she’d be like in bed?

      “Hello?” she cooed. “Are you listening?”

      He grunted, drove a hand through his hair. “Sure. Delicious. No control.”

      She nodded, then winced and touched her head. “You’re all fired up, and obviously capable, but I can’t have you putting your back out.” She pushed up again. “And, seeing I have final say in the matter—”

      “Absolutely you have a say.” He tipped her back down. “You can say, Yes, sir.”

      Her mouth dropped open and a mew of outrage escaped.

      Doubly determined, she pushed up again. “I didn’t realise I’d joined the army.”

      “I’ll

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