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air. Ben had his eyes closed, and his jaw was set in hard lines as though he were clenching his teeth together. He ran a hand through his short blond hair.
    “I hurt you,” he said.
    It took Morgan a minute to realize what he meant. The moan. It had just slipped out as his small caress had sent pleasure thrumming through her body. She wanted to lie, to accept his apology and let him think that he’d hurt her. Surely that would be better than embarrassing herself with the truth. It wouldn’t matter to him. He was a stranger to her.
    “It felt good,” she found herself saying, as she drank in the sight of his pain. “When you rubbed my fingers it felt really good.” She swallowed as her cheeks heated in shame. “I was embarrassed about my reaction and was trying to hide my face. I hurt myself when I moved my arms.”
    As a loud sigh whispered from Ben’s mouth his body visibly relaxed. His eyes grew brighter and his lips twitched as he fought a smile. She wanted to close her eyes and hide, but his gaze held her transfixed.
    “I’m glad I didn’t hurt you, but I’m still upset that you’re in pain. Please try to keep your arms still,” Ben said. He brought his hand up and cupped her cheek lightly. “ I don ’t like you being in pain.”
    Even as her mind screamed at her that his action was inappropriate for a stranger, she rubbed her cheek against his large rough palm. It felt nice. He was nice. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the tingling thrill of his hand on her as the pain in her arms slowly faded away. This is one fucked-up day. Why not enjoy this small moment of happiness?

    * * * *

    Jason watched Samson sweep Bethany off her feet as she walked toward the refrigerator. She smacked him on the chest and protested at his pampering, but her smile was radiant. She was radiant. Samson looked more relaxed after his run, but Jason still saw the worry in his expression.
    “You’re going to have let me walk or I’ll get even fatter,” Bethany said with a sigh.
    One of her hands cupped Samson’s face. The other rubbed her distended belly. She was wearing black leggings and one of his T-shirts. Her pregnant abdomen was still obvious even under the too-large garment.
    “There’s not an ounce of fat on you, Bethany,” he said. He walked over and placed both hands on her baby bump. He smiled as their cub kicked at his hands. “If anything, you’re underweight.”
    “Have you gone blind?” Bethany said. She puffed air up over her face, blowing her long fringe from her eyes. “I’m massive.”
    He moved her hair and tucked it behind her ear. She had let it grow now she wasn’t institutionalized and the white-blonde waves shone under the kitchen light. His cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He reluctantly pulled a hand away from his kicking cub and dug into his fatigues to pull out his phone.
    He was surprised to see it was Cameron. “Is your mate’s condition stable?” He couldn’t conceive of any reason, other than a medical issue, for the Harveys to be talking to him and not Samson.
    “She is hurt but stable. We need to get her to you. Can you liaise with the hospital and make it happen immediately?” Cameron said without preamble.
    “Why the fuck is Cameron talking to you?” Samson asked, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips thinning into a sneer.
    Jason gestured for Samson to wait. “They won’t release her until she’s stable for the journey. What is her condition?”
    “She has a scalp wound that needs suturing, and her arms are probably both broken, but she is in danger here. I want her back in Eminence.”
    “Is she in danger from the person searching for Bethany?” Jason’s scalp prickled as anxiety speared through him. Bethany gasped and paled in Samson’s arms. The extended silence from Cameron began to piss him off. “Spit it out, Cameron, before I come down there and beat you.”
    Cameron sighed into the phone. “ We don ’t have any solid information yet, just our gut