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“You’re still bleeding.”

Arianna moved under a group of mountain alders. “Sit while I clean your cuts.”

“There’s no time,” Brody said. “The farther away from the cabin we are, the safer we’ll be.”

Still, she wiped the cuts on his cheek and he stayed still, his gaze fixed on her. Though she tried to ignore it, her stomach twisted. His eyes seemed to bore deep into her—as though trying to discover her innermost secrets. She had no intention of sharing those with him or anyone else.

“Close your eyes.” She dabbed at the cut above his eye, and slowly the knots unraveled in her gut. With his eyes closed, she got a chance to scrutinize him. There was a strength and ruggedness to him that told her he knew how to take care of himself. That appealed to her. Too much.

She needed to squash that feeling. Caring about the person protecting you wasn’t wise.

Now, if only her heart would listen....