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“HE’S coming around.”

“Don’t let him move his head.”

“No. I’ve got him.”

“An AirMed helicopter will meet us when we land.”

“The bleeding’s stopped.”

“That’s good. Keep that compress over the wound.”

“Do you think his arm is broken?”

“No. Nothing’s broken that I see, but he’s going to have an ugly bruise on his shoulder for a while.”

Dimitrios had been hearing voices for the last few minutes. Now he was aware of stinging at the crown of his head. Slowly his body was coming back to life.

Mingled with the smell of alcohol was a delicious scent, like pears, that permeated his nostrils. It came from a smooth, cool hand cupping his jaw along the side of his face. He seemed to be resting on something soft and warm. His eyelids fluttered open.

Waves of dizziness assailed him. He blinked several times until his gaze focused on a pair of soulful green eyes staring down at him. They seemed to take up her whole face.

Good Lord. What were they both doing on the floor of the plane with his head in her lap?

“Ms. Hamilton?”

“Thank heaven you know me,” she whispered emotionally.

“Welcome back,” came the voice of his copilot. Both he and the steward had to be standing somewhere near his feet.

Dimitrios blinked again. Maybe it was the angle of the recessed lighting that made him think moisture clung to his secretary’s long, silky lashes. He’d never seen her without her steel-rimmed glasses. She had flawless skin and a beautifully shaped mouth.

“What happened?”

“We hit an air pocket before you could make it to your seat,” she explained.

“I remember now,” he muttered on a groan. “How soon before we land?”

His copilot hunkered at his side. “We’re approaching Macedonia International now.”

Dimitrios started to get up, but all three of them held him down. “Don’t move,” his steward ordered. “You have a lump on the top of your head and must be seen by a doctor.”

“I heard you say nothing was broken. Let me up,” he ordered.

Still they restrained him. Damnation.

He felt the tightening of his secretary’s diaphragm before she asked, “How many stones are there in my ring?”