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able.  He needed to be able to protect her, and how could he do that if he was drugged!  The woman never did know when to obey him.  He looked at her again and felt his heart ache.  He’d driven her away with his rage.  He’d felt justified in whaling her proper for the stunt she pulled and then for lying about leaving him a note… until he found the note behind the bed when he moved from their house.  By then it was too late to tell her he was a damned fool.  She’d simply disappeared, and he learned then that she was good at hiding.  Of all the cabins in the world, it was just his luck to stumble across Victoria’s.  By the time he finished this mission and cleared himself with the locals, Victoria would be long gone again, unless he kept her cuffed to his side.  Slowly, a plan began to take shape.  When Xavier got here, he would ask his help.
    Griffin liked having a plan, and he went back to sleep, determined not to let Victoria escape him again.
     
    * * *
     
    Morning arrived and Victoria was worried when she realized that Griffin hadn’t awakened during the night.  She pushed her blanket aside, and tucked the gun into the waistband of her jeans, pulling her sweater down to hide it.  Her security system was top of the line, but she knew for an absolute that if someone was determined to get inside, they would.  She would shoot first and ask questions later if necessary in order to protect Griffin.  She moved to stand beside the bed and gently placed her hand on his forehead to make sure he wasn’t feverish.  To her relief, he felt normal.  He also opened his dark eyes at her touch.  “Good morning,” she said.
    “Good morning, beautiful lady,” he replied, and for a few seconds it was as if the separation and divorce never happened.
    “How is your arm, Griff?” Victoria asked in a crisp tone.
    “Hurts, honey,” he whined just a bit, courting sympathy.
    “I have pain pills,” she said, her blue eyes full of that sympathy he yearned for.
    “I need to be alert, Victoria.  Please do not drug me again.”
    He made the order sound like a request, but Victoria immediately realized he knew what she’d done.  “You were in so much pain, Griff.  I just wanted to help you.  I know I went against your wishes, but my intentions were the best.”
    “I know that, honey, and I’m not angry… this one time,” he said with a smile.  “Do you think I could have some real food this morning?”
    “If you will promise me you’ll stay in that bed, I will bring you breakfast… along with more broth.  You really need that because of the blood loss, Griff,” she added when he wrinkled his nose in distaste.
    “I’ll drink it down like a good patient, Nurse Victoria,” he answered, then winked at her.  Victoria blushed a fiery red, and he chuckled.  “You were so soft and sexy,” he said in a hoarse whisper, wondering if she noticed the sheet and blanket covering him was suddenly ‘tented’ in a most embarrassing and manly manner.
    “I’ll get your breakfast,” she murmured and then took off, practically running to escape the bedroom and those knowing dark eyes.  Once she was in the kitchen, Victoria put her hands on her cheeks and they felt hot to the touch.  She well remembered that night.  They were role playing, something they both enjoyed, and she’d dressed as a nurse in an extremely short white uniform that was low-cut in front and most of her boobs were on display in the white, lacy, push-up bra she was wearing.  Her white heels were four inches high, and her nylons had elastic tops that gently hugged her thighs.  The panties she wore matched her bra, and the little cap on top of her head bobbed up and down as she ‘cured’ him of his ailment, a constant swelling that seemed to come back several times through the evening, with Nurse Victoria getting more and more creative in her attempts to help her patient with his ‘problem’.   For some reason she couldn’t