The rhythmic thrust beneath her flesh kept him transfixed long past what was appropriate. He knew he should lift his gaze to hers, but something primal would not allow him to shift his focus from the truth pounding against the curve of her graceful neck. After weeks of searching, he had finally found his cloaked savior—and his determined nurse. Never once had he considered them one and the same. His pain-induced mind had created a larger-than-life, godlike figure lurking beneath the black cloak. At least now he knew how his savior managed to haul him from the alleyway to the warehouse. Her two hulking footmen could move a small building if they set their minds to it. He still didn’t know how he felt about the discovery. Last night, his overriding emotion was fear. When he saw Mac carrying her from the carriage into the agency, he was out of his mind with terror. He had struck a friend, not a foe. A woman, no less. A woman who had saved his life.
