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wall just to his right. He opened the door to the linen closet and extracted a small towel. Eyes averted, he approached her with a few long strides and started to place the towel where she, hell he, needed it most. Woman must not know just how tempting her sweet looking pussy was. Eyes closed, he waited until she took the towel from his hand to open them again. She hadn't done what he thought she'd do. She was busy wiping the tiny beads of sweat from her brow. Without a word, he snatched it from her and shoved it at her groin. Women.
    " Ow. ” She glared at him.
    "Sorry, but…” He gestured to her lap, blush heating his cheeks.
    Gina tucked the towel between her legs. “Look, if you're getting squeamish, looking at my vag, all you had to do was say so. I didn't finger you for a prude since you answered the door in a towel and up until now, sported a nice looking rod in your pants, which got me thinking you guys were bi, but whatever."
    If he hadn't been paying such close attention to her, he would have missed it. He would have missed the spark of hurt followed by embarrassment that flashed across her face just before she glared at him and went back to cleaning the scratches on her inner thigh. He opened his mouth to… what? Explain? Yeah, explain. Maybe not the whole thing since he couldn't grow balls big enough to do that without Patrick at his side, but he could tell her a little. Too bad she had other ideas.
    One hand tucked between her legs, holding the towel in place, she glared at him again. “This is all Patrick's fault. He knows I live a few blocks over, but instead of taking me home, what does he do?"
    He didn't think she really wanted an answer, so he kept his mouth shut.
    "He brings me here where his hubby answers the door in nothing but a towel and a smile."
    He almost added, “and a hard-on", but didn't.
    "So, he knows I'm adventurous and what the hell was I supposed to think when he leaves us alone? I figured, ‘Hey, the gay guys want a swing on the bi-way, but don't know how to ask and they're hot as hell, so why not?’ And a few minutes ago you were staring at me as if I'm a downed gazelle and you're a starving lion and then you're covering me up. Men. "
    Her attention returned to her scrapes and she widened her legs, probably in an attempt to get to the rest of her scratches. He heard her mumbling under her breath about some guy named Teague and he made a note to ask Patrick about the man later. His lover hadn't mentioned that they might have competition. When she sucked in a quick breath and hissed, he decided it was time to take over. With only one hand available to wipe and tug at her skin, she wasn't having much luck and it seemed like she was hurting more than helping herself.
    Daniel snagged a cotton ball, doused it in Bactine and dropped to his knees… which was probably a mistake. Because now, he could smell her scent. Not that of her skin or clothes, but her.
    "Here, let me.” He brushed her hands aside and he could feel her glare. Deserved or not, he hated it. He hated that he'd managed to fuck everything up within minutes of being left alone with her. He wasn't a words guy and somehow, he thought she'd have enough for the both of them. Too bad they seemed to be the wrong ones.
    As carefully as he could, he wiped away the bits of dirt and flakes of bark that'd become embedded in her skin. Droplets of blood stained the cotton ball and each time she tensed, he blew a warm breath across her skin. He hoped it soothed the ache and took the sting away. He urged her to bend her knee further, exposing more of her skin and allowing him to reach the rest of her scratches.
    The left leg cleaned, he wrapped his fingers around her ankle and slowly lowered it before he turned his attention to her right leg. With each passing second, the scent of her musk seemed to grow thicker, stronger. It invaded his senses, beckoning him to take the tiniest of tastes, but he resisted.
    Attention focused on her right