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bent close to his handsome face. Touching his stubbled jaw, she called his name. Like a bolt of lightning, his arms streaked out and knocked her to the mattress. He rolled atop her and covered her legs with his knee, his thumb pressed hard on her throat. “Don’t move!” he hissed by her ear.
    She froze obediently and stared into his deadly glittering eyes, knowing with blossoming certainty there was something terribly wrong with this man. “Ra-Radford,” she croaked, growing frantic for air. 
    Radford shot to his elbows, his eyes wide with disbelief that quickly turned to horror. He jerked his hand away and vaulted from the bed, his naked backside cast in golden moonlight before he cursed and dropped back on the bed. He yanked a blanket across his lap and ran trembling fingers through his hair. “What are you doing in here, Evelyn?”
    Shocked by his attack and her first glimpse of a nude male body, Evelyn tried to scramble from the bed, intending to race from the room.
    He caught her arm. “Are you hurt?”
    She whimpered and recoiled from his touch. Her throat burned and she wasn’t about to trust him after his crazed response. And he was unclothed beneath those blankets! With caution, she inched toward the end of the bed.
    “I asked if you’re all right.”
    “I—” She clutched her throat and coughed. “I’m sorry,” she squawked, her voice ragged.
    “You’re sorry?” He raked his hair back with an exasperated sigh. “Don’t ever put yourself in danger like that again!”
    Her glance flew to his face. “Danger?”
    Their gazes locked and he gave a solemn nod.
     “What is wrong with you?” she asked.
    He shook his head then with a miserable groan, he buried his face in his hands. “Things you don’t want to know.”
    That low, agonized confession pierced her heart. No one deserved the mental torment she had witnessed as he thrashed upon his mattress. “You... you won’t attack me if I stay, will you?” She perched indecisively on the edge of the bed, ready to bolt if he didn’t answer immediately.
    Radford sighed and lifted his head, his eyes dark, hurting. “No, Evelyn.” Slowly, he reached out and cupped her jaw, drawing his thumb across her cheek. “I would never intentionally hurt you. I’m sorry that I did.”
    Her skin came alive beneath his touch. His gentle caress and remorseful, searching gaze brought her compassion soaring to life. “Would it help to talk about it?”
    He shook his head and lowered his hand to the mattress.
    “I’m a good listener.”
    A melancholy smile touched his lips. “I’m sure you are.”
    “Do you have nightmares often?” she asked, though she wasn’t sure she wanted him to confide in her. Something told her the less she knew about Radford Grayson, the safer she’d be. And he certainly wasn’t dressed for conversation.
    “Not every night.” He held her gaze. “I shouldn’t disturb your sleep often.”
    “I wasn’t worried about my sleep. I... I’m worried about you.” Embarrassed by her bold words, she ducked her head, shielding her eyes behind the curtain of her hair.
    The mattress shifted and Radford leaned forward to brush her hair back.
    Surprised by his touch, she glanced up, her gaze tangling with his. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded,” she said. “I don’t think you’re unsafe.”
    “You probably think I’m insane and I wouldn’t blame you.” He gave her a self-effacing smile. “Maybe I am.” He drew her hair behind her ear. With infinite tenderness, he touched the abused area of her throat, searching her eyes until her heart pounded and the air crackled with tense silence. “I’m sorry I hurt you,” he said.
    “You didn’t.”
     “I did,” he insisted softly. He drew her hair over her shoulder, letting it slip through his fingers and fall back to the inky pool at her hips. “You have nice hair.” His gaze floated over her and his expression grew troubled, as though a complete stranger suddenly