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Hannah wanted to reproach him for startling Mayhala, but the expression in his cold narrowed eyes stopped her. He looked like a black bear who’d just been awakened early from hibernation, irritated, threatening, and ready to end his hunger.

He was tall and lean, she noticed, with the same exotic sun-bronzed skin tone as his children. There was a penetrating gleam in his eyes, as if he could see right into a person’s most private places. His harsh expression tugged at the sharp planes of his ruggedly handsome face, softened only by a pair of wide sensual lips. A thick ponytail of jet-black hair fell past his sinewy shoulders and stopped at the middle of his back. If he’d been wearing buckskins, moccasins and a muzzle loader, he would have looked like a character right out of The Last of the Mohicans.

Something about him looked familiar, too. A memory flashed and she was seeing him in the headlights … the one who’d been stabbing that weird creature. It had all seemed so unreal and so far away. But this guy was definitely real. His authority and predatory air filled the room like a thundercloud, and the walls suddenly closed in around her.

To her dismay she realized she wasn’t wearing anything but an oversize T-shirt that barely covered her thighs. His? He’d undressed her. Oh, God! He had to have seen she glowed like white Christmas lights. The thought made blood rush to her cheeks, but she couldn’t feel the sting of it for the wired sensation chasing beneath her skin.

An overwhelming feeling of embarrassment gripped her and she wanted to throw back the covers and run. But all she could do was lie in this bed, avoiding his gaze, her fingers twisting the covers, her feet and toes twitching as she said, “She’s okay. We were just getting acquainted.”

“You have a concussion. She shouldn’t be in here.” He reached down and scooped up Mayhala.

The girl immediately went into a tantrum. “Noooooo! Daddeee. Stay! Feel ecktrick! Ecktrick!”