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so deep she couldn’t turn her back on him.
    He scoffed at her, shook his head and pointed at the door. “I don’t need your pity.”
    “Have you remembered who you are then?” Her pride had always been big enough to trip over, but that didn’t stop her from walking back into the center of the living room.
    “No.”
    She pointed to the sofa. “Sit down and let me look at that lump.”
    He raised an eyebrow at her and crossed his arms over his chest. His biceps bulged, making him look even bigger than he was. She really was walking on the foolish side of life by not taking the chance to leave, because he was a very large man. One in prime condition too.
    “I know your type likes to die on their feet, but in this case, I marked the outline of that lump. So let’s see which way the swelling is going.”
    She pointed at the sofa again. He studied her for a long moment, his expression giving nothing away.
    “So you’re a nurse.”
    He looked like he had to force himself to move toward her.
    “And you’re military,” she countered as he sat with a huff. “Rather die than ask for medical help.”
    “I think you might be right on that account.”
    Her fingers trembled as she reached for him. Knowing he could sense her thoughts was completely unnerving. It was also strangely arousing. Had she found the one man on the planet who could really understand exactly what she needed in bed and out?
    Focus.
    She leaned close and looked at the outline she’d marked on his scalp.
    “What’s the prognosis?”
    “I’m a nurse. We’re not licensed to make prognoses.” She made sure to look at all the edges. “But it looks like it isn’t getting any worse. You really need a CAT scan.”
    “How many spare tires do you have for that jeep?”
    “None. Someone knifed the spare a few months back.”
    He twisted and fixed her with a reprimanding look. “And you still came ten miles off the main road?”
    “I know it wasn’t the brightest move, but I did have a phone to call for help until you crushed it.” She didn’t care for how fast she defended herself.
    He stood. “When you’re on your own, you need to be prepared for the unexpected. We’ll have to wait until tomorrow to walk out. There are only a couple of hours of sunlight left.”
    “Afraid of the dark?”
    A chilling look entered his eyes. “Just knowledgeable. There are things out there I want to see coming, and I don’t have any night-vision goggles.”
    He was freaking her out. She wanted to maintain her composure but there was just a set to his eyes that told her he believed what he was saying. It wasn’t hype or paranoid delusions. So she decided to focus her thoughts on business.
    “What are you remembering?”
    He moved to the doorway but didn’t stand in it. He looked out at the forest from the side before closing the door. “Nothing concrete. Just emotional peaks.”
    “Emotional peaks?”
    He nodded, turning to lock gazes with her. “Have you ever encountered someone like me before?”
    She was right back to feeling like he needed her. It wasn’t that he was frightened, but he was searching. For a man like him, admitting any form of uncertainty was hard. It was a vulnerability and she understood feeling like her back was exposed.
    “No. I’ve seen plenty who claim to be able to…well…” The words stuck in her throat. They conflicted with everything she’d ever known. She had a stupid impulse to go and count the pills in her prescription bottles, just to make sure it wasn’t all part of a dream.
    “Be psychic?”
    “You say that word pretty comfortably,” she noted.
    He didn’t shrug. Didn’t offer any explanations. There was a confidence in his gaze that left her with nothing except the fact that he was something she’d never encountered before. She looked down, needing to shield her thoughts until she recovered her balance, but she caught sight of the pistol.
    It chilled her.
    “What?”
    He didn’t wait for her to answer,