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heart flip-flopped when he asked, “What does God want with me?”
    How she wished she’d used the moment to minister to him. Instead, overcome with emotion, she’d done nothing, but hold him. “I’ll do better, Lord. Next time I get the chance, I’ll share more of You,” she whispered.
    Her next time was sooner than she anticipated.
    It was Wednesday night, two days since she’d taken on her live-in assignment. Annie felt at peace in Saul’s home. He’d moved into the bedroom downstairs and had offered her his master suite.
    “I can’t take your room,” she protested.
    “I insist,” Saul returned. “It’s the best room in the house. You’ll love the view of the water.”
    “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll move into one of the other two rooms upstairs. You mentioned a girlfriend. I can’t see any woman being okay with that.”
    “Don’t worry about my girlfriend. The room is yours to use. She caught a bad bug. I’ll explain when she gets here, tomorrow.”
    She switched subjects. “The vision teacher is coming tomorrow to work with you and then we’ll have our session.”
    He nodded. Annie heard him clear his throat. “I never thanked you for the other night, for being there. I don’t know how you knew to come, but I would’ve fallen apart if it weren’t for you.”
    Annie appreciated his sincere words. “I would’ve done it for anyone,” she demurred, knowing she wasn’t being honest with herself. She excused herself and retreated to her room after that.
    She settled into the silk sheets and couldn’t help stirring at the thought of Saul Sweeterman lying here. Her senses awakened. She was a woman with needs and it’d been awhile. She exhaled. “Lord, keep me true and my actions pure.” She inhaled his woodsy scent that lingered in the air. This wasn’t a good idea. Sari was right. Why had she moved in with him?
    He looked like a Greek Adonis. Attraction between a man and woman was powerful. Would she be able to resist his charms? She groaned. This was torture. Images of him in this bed, in his shower, touching where she touched plagued her mind.
    “Ugh,” she jumped up. “I can’t sleep.” She turned the television on but with all the channels, nothing captured her interest. Her mind was filled with the blue-eyed hottie downstairs.
    Giving into impulse, she donned a robe and wandered through the kitchen until she was standing outside his door. She pressed her ear to his door. She heard wails and moans coming through the door. Annie put her hand on the knob to enter before she stopped herself.
    She was the hired help. Going into his room was a no-no. There was the big question of what was she doing stalking him outside his bedroom door. She heard another muffled scream and her instincts took over for her.
    She was a professional and recognized posttraumatic stress disorder when she heard it. He was reliving the crash.
    “No! No!” he screamed.
    Decision made, she pushed open his door. She saw a tortured man. Moving on sheer instinct, she grabbed his hand.

 
    Chapter Nine
     
     
    Why was he standing by his bedroom door afraid to enter the kitchen? Because the woman in there had seen him in too many vulnerable positions, that’s why. He felt like a punk.
    But, he wasn’t. He had been asleep. He couldn’t control his dreams, or in this case, his nightmare.
    He pressed his ear to the door, listening to Annie puttering around in there. His cast was supposed to come off today. She would be taking him through a new physical therapy regimen today. But, he could do none of that if he didn’t open the door.
    Saul opened the door and made his way towards her voice. She had the radio on 91.7FM and was singing along to a Christian song. As he listened to her melodious voice, he wondered what she looked like. He imagined her as a blonde, but she was so peppery that he decided she had to be a redhead. A redhead with green eyes.
    “What color’s your hair?” he bellowed upon his