A Baby For Mommy. Sara Orwig
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would think he would be ready for a rest.
As time passed, her leg throbbed unbearably until she knew she had to stop. Clutching Angelica, Raffaela tried to catch up with him.
“When will we stop?” She blurted out the words and wished she had said something first so she didn’t sound so desperate.
He paused and turned to look at her. She gazed into his dark eyes, feeling a fluttering inside.
“Are you hurting?”
“Yes, my leg hurts,” she replied, looking at the blood-soaked kerchief around his head. How much damage had she inflicted on him?
He set Sophie on her feet. “Show me what hurts.”
She set Angelica on the ground next to a still-sleepy Sophie, then turned around.
He swore. “You should have told me sooner how badly you’re cut. We’ll stop now.”
Still waking up, the girls mumbled quietly to themselves.
“I have a first-aid kit,” he said. “If I treat their cuts, will they start screaming?”
“Not if you’re gentle.”
“I can’t guarantee the stuff won’t sting. I don’t want a lot of noise, and I don’t want to attract attention. We’re not as far from those men as I’d like to be. There’s guerrilla fighting all through this country.”
“I can try to keep the girls quiet, or we can try to go on, but my leg hurts badly.”
“You need attention before we go farther. I’ll treat the girls’ cuts now. Just keep them quiet.”
“You just remember to be gentle,” she snapped. He looked too tough to give much thought to pain.
One dark eyebrow arched. “I’ll remember to be gentle,” he said softly, and suddenly she had a feeling he was not referring to the girls. Nodding, she called to them. “Mr. Drake is going to put some medicine on our cuts to make them better,” she said.
“I have a first-aid kit,” he explained to the girls, motioning them to come closer. “Let me get some antiseptic on your scratches, so we don’t have any infections.” He spread a canvas ground cover. “Who is going to be the big brave girl and go first?”
“Angelica, let’s start with you,” Raffaela said cheerfully, sitting on the cover. As she sat down, she groaned, biting her lip when it hurt to bend her leg. She took the child on her lap as Micah opened the metal box. Sophie came close to watch, her fingers resting on Raffaela’s arm.
“Are you a doctor?” Sophie asked him.
“No, I’m not. But I learned something about caring for wounds when I was a soldier.”
“I’ll tell you about the three bears that lived deep in the woods,” Raffaela said, trying to distract Angelica.
While she talked, Angelica never noticed the ointment Mr. Drake put on her cuts. When he finished, he touched the tip of her tiny nose with his finger. “You were a very brave patient,” he said in a tone warm enough to melt ice. Raffaela felt a fluttering response, watching him while he brushed a kiss across Angelica’s forehead.
Angelica smiled up at him and moved away cheerfully while Raffaela praised her.
“Now, Sophie,” he remarked matter-of-factly, “it’s your turn. Let’s see where the cuts are.”
“You won’t hurt me?”
“Angelica didn’t cry, did she?”
“No. But I don’t want to hurt.”
“I will try my very best not to hurt you,” he promised gently. She nodded, watching him with round, solemn eyes.
Barely listening to Raffaela’s story about three billy goats, Sophie clung tightly to Raffaela and started to cry when the antiseptic was sprayed on a cut. Raffaela’s soft voice soothed her, and in seconds Sophie was listening to the story.
As Raffaela talked to the girls about billy goats, she, herself, was barely aware of what she was saying. Micah Drake’s head was bent, only inches away as he leaned over Sophie. Dark stubble covered his jaw and throat. His sexy black lashes were thick. She looked at his dark skin, the black hair pulled behind his head.
“Good girl! We’re all through,” Micah announced, turning his head a fraction to look into Raffaela’s eyes, and her breath caught as she gazed back at him. She forgot time or place or circumstances, feeling caught in dark mysterious depths that almost seemed to hold animosity. Yet why would he dislike her?
His attention swung back to Sophie. “You were a very brave patient, too.” He leaned down to brush a kiss on her forehead. “You were a big girl.”
She smiled at him and moved away to play with Angelica while he looked at Raffaela. “Next patient. Where do we begin?”
“Before you start on my cuts, do you have anything for a headache? I took my last pill yesterday.”
He rummaged in the pack again and shook out a pill to give to her. His hand brushed hers, and his eyes narrowed. He reached out to take her hands and turn them over in his.
She was aware of the warmth of his hands. His fingers were blunt and well shaped, so much larger than hers. He leaned closer, his dark eyes studying her, and once again she felt caught in a current of tension that vibrated between them.
“Where are your wedding rings?”
She looked at her bare fingers and shook her head, biting her lips in uncertainty and glancing at the girls. “Can we talk later when they’re asleep?” she asked.
He nodded as he passed her his canteen. She gulped down the pill and handed back the canteen, watching as he took a pill and washed it down, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallowed.
“Your head hurts from my hitting you, doesn’t it?” she asked.
“It’s nothing.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and replaced the canteen. “What do I treat first?”
She held out her arm where a long cut ran from her wrist to her elbow. His hand closed gently around her wrist. The moment he touched her, he paused to flick another glance at her, his dark gaze unfathomable. He sprayed the cut and bandaged it.
“Now we’ll do the ones on your back and legs. You can use one of my shirts to cover you, but you need to strip out of those slacks for me to tend your leg. That’s a nasty gash,” Micah said calmly as he fished things out of his pack. He handed her a khaki shirt and spread his bedroll.
“I’ll turn my back. Tell me when you’re ready,” he said. Raffaela nodded and watched as he turned his back and moved a few feet away, fiddling with supplies he had in the first-aid kit. She pulled off the slacks, her breath catching as they came free where they had stuck to her torn skin. She shed her blouse and pulled on his shirt, the long tail hanging almost to her knees.
She lay down on his bedroll, stretching out on her stomach and pulling his shirt over her bottom, tugging it down as much as possible.
“Micah.”
Micah turned around to meet her gaze, which had lost all its coolness. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, and he felt a twinge of amusement.
“Relax, Raffaela,” he said as he knelt beside her. “I’ve seen women’s backsides before, and I’m not seeing nearly as much as I would if we were on a beach.”
She turned her head away from him, and as Micah’s gaze roamed down over her, his insides clenched. He drew a deep breath. He had seen plenty of women’s legs and bottoms. And he had been on plenty of beaches, but the long shapely legs stretched beside him now made his pulse jump. And even though her bottom was covered completely with the tail of his shirt, his imagination was running riot.
The backs of her legs were covered with numerous