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helped me to relax."
    "You’ll be able to sleep now."
    Brett stepped past her. He jerked back the bedcovers and shoved aside all of the pillows but one. Alarmed by his abrupt behavior, Leah placed her hand on his arm. He turned to look at her. The light from a nearby lamp cast shadows across his face and enhanced the strain etched into his hard features. She searched his expression with worried eyes, desperate to understand both his changed manner and his current state of mind.
    "Leah…"
    "Don’t be angry with me. I’m not sure what I was thinking before. It’s just that touching you feels… right."
    Air gusted out of him in a harsh–sounding exhalation. "I’m not angry." He muttered a word so hard and coarse, Leah flinched. He shoved the fingers of his free hand through his thick hair in a gesture of frustration. "I’m just worried about you. You didn’t eat much, and you need to keep up your strength. Especially now."
    "I guess I wasn’t that hungry." For anything but you, she realized with a jolt.
    He nodded and moved around her, his hands closing into fists at his sides. "Do you need anything else?"
    She shook her head. Then, she winced, instantly regretting the back and forth motion. "I’m fine."
    "Get some rest. You’ll feel better in the morning."
    "Wait, please."
    He paused. She sensed his reluctance to linger when he looked at her and then glanced away.
    "I may not understand everything that’s happening, but I trust you, Brett."
    She didn’t expect his stunned look. Before she could question him, he reached out and tugged her forward so that she stood beside the lamp. Neither did she protest when he framed her head between his broad palms and tilted her face upward. If anything, she felt relieved that he wanted to put his hands on her.
    Closing her eyes, Leah basked in the possessive feel of his touch. She swayed, her slender body brushing against him. He shifted away from her, but not before she felt the hard ridge of his aroused sex—a clear betrayal of his hunger for her.
    "Look at me."
    Already startled by the condition of his body and the charged currents of desire arcing between them, she froze. Her eyes snapped open. She stared at him, too shocked by the answering desire bursting to life inside her to protest his harsh–sounding order. Her attention stayed riveted on him, and she remained motionless as he inspected her eyes.
    "How’s your headache?" He shifted his hands and carefully worked the tight muscles at her nape with strong fingers. "Is the pain finally letting up?"
    She felt her muscles start to unravel, just a second before her insides began to turn molten. She sighed, the sound as faint as butterfly wings brushing up against the petal of a flower.
    "It’s manageable now."
    Her head tilted sideways, all of the muscles in her body going slack. She peered up at him through half–lowered lashes, fascinated by the intensity she saw in his dark eyes and character–filled face, as well as stunned by the potency of his body and his touch.
    Leah welcomed the weight and strength of his big hands when he briefly settled them atop her shoulders. As he slid them down the length of her arms, she had the impression that he was fighting some fierce inner battle. She also sensed that she bore some responsibility for it. She fought her own inner battle then, torn between the emotional chaos of not knowing her identity and the feelings he evoked.
    "If you need anything, just call out to me. I’m a light sleeper."
    "I will," she promised. "I honestly didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable before. It’s just that my emotions are really out of control right now. I’d like to think I’m not some clingy female, especially not the kind who doesn’t have two brain cells to rub together and can’t function without a man to lean on."
    Brett managed a tight smile. "Trust me, you aren’t some clingy female, not even on your worst day. You never have been, and you never could be. For the record, I’m