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to the nightstand, setting the tray down then helped him to his feet. His face was flushed and a white line around his mouth indicated how much pain he was in.
    “What are you doing out of bed?”
    “Had to use the chamber pot.”
    She slung his arm around her shoulders and helped him toward the bed. He leaned on her, and she almost toppled the two of them. She’d forgotten how heavy he was.
    “You should have waited for me. You don’t want to have the fever return by overexerting yourself.” Her voice was sharper than she had meant it to be, but she couldn’t help it. His body was hot and so hard, and the whiskers on his cheeks brushed her forehead a couple of times. All she could think of was that kiss. Her whole body tingled from the memory.
    He tried to struggle free. His angry movements caused him to lose his balance, and he tumbled on the bed, pulling her with him. She landed on top of him, her head smacking his chin. Placing a hand on each side of his head, she lifted herself. Stars danced in front of her eyes. She opened her mouth to reprimand him, but the sound of footsteps and the creak of the door stopped her.

Chapter Four
    For just a moment, Sebastian couldn’t react. He held himself immobile, unable to get his mind to function. All of Miss Macgregor’s many curves were pressed against him. He could do nothing to stop his body’s reaction to the weight of her breasts against his chest.
    A flash of memory—flesh molding to flesh, the taste of innocent passion entwined with a seductive whisper—sparked across his mind. Before he could grasp it, it vanished like it had earlier, but his body reacted to it all the same. Raising herself to her hands, she wiggled against his groin and he could feel the very heat of her.
    When his head stopped spinning, anger ignited. The little liar! She’d set him up, and he had fallen for it. Drawing in a deep breath, he told himself to not allow the temper threatening to boil over into full-blown rage take hold.
    He still couldn’t believe she had done it. Miss Macgregor had planned on trapping him and having someone catch them so he would have to marry her. For some unknown reason, hurt twisted with the anger. He didn’t understand it, didn’t even want to know why. But it was there and it made him even madder.
    He looked at her, ready to tell her in no uncertain terms that he would not succumb to her manipulations. But, the sheer panic that flashed in her eyes told him she already knew he would not help her. She struggled off the bed, and it caused the same unbelievable reaction from him. His groin tightened and his blood drained from his head. The woman was a temperamental, uptight, judgmental prude. He had avoided women like her with a passion, mainly because he found them unappealing. Around her, though, he acted as if he were a randy stallion scenting a mare.
    She finally gained her feet and her eyes widened when she saw who was at the door. Sebastian followed her horrified gaze to find a rather rotund, short gentleman wrapped in what appeared to be five layers of clothes. The man’s mouth dropped open in astonishment, and his eyes rounded in what could only be described as horror.
    A young man stood behind him, peering over the gentleman’s shoulder to get a better view. A devilish smile curved his lips, making Sebastian even more suspicious.
    “Miss Macgregor, I would like to know the meaning of this,” the older man said, his voice ripe with condemnation.
    The young man chuckled, and the sound of it grated down Sebastian’s spine. “Looks to me like we didn’t need to worry about ye, Miss Macgregor.”
    Sebastian shot the young man a threatening look and was happy to see the leer fade from his face. Miss Macgregor was silent for once. He glanced in her direction. She was white as a sheet, her pulse fluttering in her throat. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. She swallowed nervously, then licked her lips again. Sebastian couldn’t help noticing just