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me in a minute. You really ought to have this stitched or it’s going to get infected. So, grit your teeth and hold on for the ride, nude boy.”
     

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    Sarah finished dressing his foot, worried in case she’d done it wrong. A bullet wound was completely different from the odd graze or cut, despite the confidence she’d displayed when she told him she’d sew it… That had been a ruse, the protective guard she put in place so no one knew she felt vulnerable at times—not only vulnerable in certain situations, but there was also the fact that this was the closest she’d come to a naked man.
    Can a man really be that well built from working on a ranch?
    Her mouth watered, and a tightness gripped the pit of her stomach. No man had ever made her feel this way before.
    What was it about Travis Williams that made her weak in the knees?
    “I really think you should go to the hospital.” She gathered her supplies and got up from the floor, trying to keep her eyes averted, but who in their right mind could stop looking at such male perfection? Long, straight black hair that fell to just past his shoulders, a strong, square jawline speckled with stubble that would rasp her cunt if she gave him the chance to get anywhere near her? She licked her lips and hated herself for seeing more of her employee than she wanted to.
    Sarah placed the soiled wraps into the bin and her first-aid kit back in the cupboard under the sink.
    “Right, tea…tea…” she mumbled, trying to get her head in working order.
    Oh, my God! Travis Williams is naked in my house.
    She pressed a hand to her heated cheek, then filled the kettle with enough water for two, afterwards pulling cups down from the cupboard, silently chanting what she had to do next. Turning everything into a list helped her to not dwell on the ranch hand—granted, the sexiest and most intriguing of ranch hands—sitting in her kitchen, bandaged and in need of care.
    She turned to ask Travis how he liked his tea, jumping when she collided with his chest, the shock causing her to let go of a cup.
    In a blur of motion Sarah couldn’t be sure she’d seen right, he caught the cup then held it in front of her face.
    “Sorry for startling you,” he drawled.
    The blanket she’d given him was wrapped around his hips sarong style, his chest exposed and close. All she would have to do would be to stick her tongue out to lick a line down that very masculine chest…
    Focus, Sarah, focus.
    With shaking fingers, she took the cup.
    “You know, it’s rude to sneak up on people,” she accused, turning her back to him.
    Instead of taking the hint and moving away to give her some space, he drew nearer. His hands came to rest on the counter to either side of her, trapping her. Why did she like being closed in by his arms and body tonight, when if he’d done this another day she’d have given him hell? Sarah shut her eyes to try to control the pounding pulse in her neck and heart. When that didn’t work, she opened them.
    Her breath coming in shallow pants, she reached for the tea caddy.
    “Do you have one sugar or two?” she asked, trying to pull away from his invading presence.
    Was he sniffing her hair?
    Sarah put the pot that held the teabags back on the counter with a slam, spun around and pushed at his chest. Travis didn’t move an inch, but she gave him another shove and he backed up a step.
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, folding her arms under her breasts. The act reminded her how simply dressed she was in her nightie. Her nipples puckered, grazing the cotton fabric. Surely they were responding to the cool night air and not this alarming man standing in front of her—a man who had never alarmed her before tonight. But then he’d never been half naked in her kitchen before, either.
    “I’m sorry, Sarah…” He stopped suddenly and looked all around them.
    Sarah frowned at his peculiar behaviour.
    “I’ll be back,” he