little over halfway through she began to feel sluggish and tired. Having been up most of the night before, she figured it was just from lack of sleep, but Colton immediately became concerned when he pointed out her pallor and the lack of perspiration. She was in danger of a heat stroke according to him, and then had to endure his profuse apologies for not noticing her predicament sooner.
They were almost to the docks when she assured him, "I'm fine, Colton, don't worry about me." She swayed and Colton scooped her up, walking to the boat with an urgent stride. He told her he had to get her out of the sun and hydrated before she got any worse, the edge of panic in his voice causing her to worry.
"Hang in there, Angel. You've got yourself overheated, that's all. The heat down here can really suck the strength out of you, and you're dehydrated. We'll get you cooled down in no time, so just stay awake for me."
"I'm all right. I'll grab a drink of water and I'll be good to go," she promised.
"Did you eat anything today?" She shook her head, and he cursed softly. "Have you drunk anything?" She thought for a moment before she ducked her head and shook it once more. She'd been so wrapped up in her thoughts regarding Jaxson she hadn't done much of anything else.
"I'll set you down in the cabin of the boat and get you something to drink. Jaxson will have my hide for letting this happen to you."
"It's not your fault."
"I should have noticed you weren't feeling well instead of being lost in my own little world," he grumbled as he opened the cabin door.
Colton's arms stiffened around her, no doubt seeing the same thing she was; a large gray wolf in the boat's cabin, sniffing around. Before they could utter a sound, the wolf shimmered out of shape, leaving Jaxson standing with his back to them…buck naked.
* * * *
"Bud's been on our boat, Colton," he snarled. "I don't know what he was after, but…" Jaxson's words died on his lips when he turned just in time to see Angel slump in Colton's arms. "What in the world happened to her?" he demanded.
"Well, she was overheated and unsteady on her feet, so we came inside to get her out of the sun, then you had to do your shifting routine and she passed out," Colton explained, clearly irritated with the situation.
"For Pete's sake, put her down over here. How did she get so overheated?" Jaxson demanded as he made short work of the buttons on her blouse.
"We were sitting on the beach, just talking, and I suggested she talk to you about all of this stuff between the two of you. She wanted to walk up here and we did." Colton ran his hand over the back of his neck. "I admit I wasn't paying close enough attention, or I would have noticed she wasn't sweating. She did manage to tell me she hadn't eaten or had anything to drink yet today, before she passed out."
"I haven't either," Jaxson replied. "My nerves have been too on edge."
"I would imagine that was her problem as well."
Jaxson had her blouse off, leaving her in just her bikini top and a pair of denim shorts. He continued to brush a damp cloth over her skin to cool her, as he whispered soft, encouraging words in her ear, begging her to wake up.
"She told me she loves you, Jaxson. Maybe her seeing this is a good thing. The shock is over, and now you two can talk things through."
It sounded like a bunch of fluff, even to Jaxson, but Colton was trying to help and Jaxson appreciated it nonetheless.
Now, however, all either of them could do was wait for her to wake up and hope she could accept who and what they were.
Jaxson just sighed, scooped her tiny body up in his arms, and said, "Let's take her back to the house."
* * * *
Angel awoke to the evening sun streaking through the window and covered her eyes. Wow, was she glad Colton had been with her today. Who would have known getting overheated could make you hallucinate?
She was sure the guys would get a laugh out of what she'd imagined and would no doubt blame it on Colton's
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