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‘Where is the pain worst?’ Emily demanded, refusing to let herself think about the warmth of his oiled-satin skin as she ran both thumbs up his neck, one on each side of his cervical vertebrae.

Emily could feel the tension in every one of his muscles, but whether that was the result of the pain or because she was touching him she didn’t know. All she knew was that she needed to help him if she could…and if he would let her.

‘Relax,’ she urged as she began to gently massage the knotted muscles at the base of his skull. ‘Is it too painful to bend your knees up and rest your forehead on them?’

Relax?

Zayed stifled a groan. Didn’t the woman know she was asking for the impossible? He hadn’t been relaxed since he’d looked up and seen her standing in the doorway.

She’d been like a ray of sunshine with her blonde hair and pale summery clothes sprinkled with flowers, and as for those eyes…their limpid green had seemed cool and soothing as they’d taken his measure across the room, even as they’d sparked something impossible deep inside him.