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hand splayed against her shoulder, accompanied by a sharp order.

      “Be still! You’re not bleeding from any external wounds, but you may have sustained a concussion or internal injuries. Tell me, do you hurt when you breathe?”

      She drew in a cautious breath. “No.”

      “Can you move your head?”

      She tried a tentative tilt. “Yes.”

      “Lie still while I check for broken bones.”

      “Hey! Watch where you put those hands, pal!”

      Impatience stamped across his classic features. “I am a doctor.”

      Good excuse to cop a feel, Sabrina thought, too pissed to appreciate his gentle touch.

      “You have no business taking these hairpin turns so fast,” she informed him. “Especially when there’s no guardrail. I had nowhere to go but down. If I hadn’t hit this tree I could have … Ow!”

      She clenched her teeth against the agony when he ran his hands down her calf to her ankle.

      Frowning, the doc sat back on his heels. “With your boot on, I can’t tell if the ankle is broken or merely sprained. We must get you to the hospital for X-rays.”

      He glanced from her to the road above and back again.

      “My cell phone is in the car. I can call an ambulance. Unfortunately, the closest will have to come from the town of Amalfi, thirty kilometers from here.”

      Terrific! Thirty kilometers of narrow, winding roads with blind curves and snaking switchbacks. She’d be down here all day, clinging to this friggin’ tree.

      “It’s better if we get you to the car and I drive you to the hospital myself.”

      Sabrina eyed the slope doubtfully. “I don’t think I’m up for a climb.”

      “I’ll carry you.”

      He said it with such self-assurance that she almost believed he could. He had the shoulders for it. They looked wide and solid under his suede bomber jacket.

      Sabrina was no lightweight, however. She kept in shape with daily workouts, but her five-eight height and lush curves added up to more pounds than she cared to admit in polite company.

      “Thanks, anyway, but I’ll wait for the ambulance.”

      “You could black out again or go into shock.” Pushing to his feet, he braced himself at an angle on the slope and issued a brusque order. “Take my hand.”

      The imperious command rubbed her exactly the wrong way. She’d spent a turbulent childhood and her even more tempestuous college years rebelling against her cold, autocratic father. She’d paid the price for her revolt many times over, but she still didn’t take orders well.

      “Anyone ever tell you that you need to work on your bedside manner, Doc? It pretty well sucks.”

      His dark brows snapped together in a way that clearly said he wasn’t used to being taken to task by his patients. She answered with a bland smile. After a short staring contest, his scowl relaxed into a reluctant grin.

      “I believe that has been mentioned to me before.”

      The air left Sabrina’s lungs a second time. The man was seriously hot without that crooked grin. With it, he made breathing a lost cause.

      “Shall we start again?” he suggested in a less impatient tone. “I am Marco Calvetti. And you are?”

      “Sabrina Russo.”

      “Allow me to help you up to the car.” He reached down a hand. “If you please, Signorina Russo.”

      It was either wait for the ambulance or take him up on his offer. No choice, really. Sabrina needed to get her ankle looked at and be on her way. She had business to take care of. Important business that could put the fledgling company she’d started with her two best friends into the black for the first time since they’d launched it.

      She laid her hand in his, her nerves jumping when his fingers folded around hers. Loose stones rattled and skittered down the slope as she levered up and onto her uninjured leg. Once vertical, she got a good look at the sheer precipice only a few yards beyond her tree.

      “Oh, God!”

      “Don’t look down. Put your arm around my neck.”

      When she complied, he lifted her and hooked an elbow under her knees. She could feel the muscles go taut under the buttery suede as he made his careful way up the slope. Determined not to look down, she kept her gaze locked on his profile.

      The dark bristles sprouting on his cheeks and chin only accentuated his rugged good looks. He had a Roman nose, she decided, straight and strong and proud. His eyes were a clear, liquid brown. And was that a sprinkling of silver at his temple?

      Interesting man. When he wasn’t trying to run people down, that is. The black skid marks leading to the convertible nosed onto the narrow verge made Sabrina bristle again.

      “You came around that corner way too fast. If I hadn’t jumped backward, you would have hit me.”

      “You should not have left the safety of the turnout,” he countered. “Why did you do something so foolish?”

      She hated to admit she’d been mesmerized by the incredible view and was snapping pictures like an awestruck tourist, but she had no other excuse short of an outright lie. Sabrina had committed more than her share of sins in her colorful past. Lying wasn’t one of them.

      “I was taking pictures. For my business,” she added, as if that would lessen the idiocy.

      He didn’t roll his eyes but he came damned close. “What business is that?”

      “My company provides travel, translation and executive support services for Americans doing business in Europe. I’m here to scout locations for a high-level conference for one of our clients.”

      He nodded, but made no comment as they approached the red convertible. Raising a knee, he balanced her on a hard, muscled thigh and reached down to open the passenger door. Despite her efforts to protect her ankle, Sabrina was gritting her teeth by the time he’d jockeyed her into the seat.

      “My purse,” she ground out. “It’s in the rental car.”

      He did the almost-eye-roll thing again.

      Okay, so leaving her purse unattended in Italy—or anywhere else!—wasn’t the smartest thing to do. She certainly wouldn’t have done so under normal circumstances. But this was such an isolated stretch of road and she’d kept her rental car in view the whole time. Except when she’d nose-dived over the side of the cliff, of course.

      Good thing she didn’t have her purse with her then. If she had, it might have gone the way of her cell phone. God knew where that was right now. One thing’s for sure, she wasn’t crawling back down the slope to look for it.

      “I locked your car,” the doc informed her when he returned with her purse and the keys. “I’ll send someone back for it while you’re being attended to.”

      He folded his muscular frame behind the wheel with practiced ease and keyed the Ferrari’s ignition. It came to life with a well-mannered growl.

      “I’ll take you to the clinic in Positano. It’s small but well equipped.”

      “How far is that?”

      “Just there.” He indicated the cluster of colorful buildings clinging to the side of the cliff. “The place you were photographing,” he added on a dry note.

      Sabrina was too preoccupied at the moment to respond. Navigating these narrow, twisting roads in the driver’s seat was nerve-racking enough. Sitting in the passenger seat, with a perpendicular drop-off mere inches away, it was a life-altering experience.

      Stiff-armed,

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