“Give yourself a minute.” He was also irritated, which was really unfair, because she’d almost had that ball.I love torturing my heroes with love. I’m fine.” She struggled to get up, but again he held her still. As was her body’s reaction, which was an urge to curl in and cuddle. She could hear genuine worry in his voice. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she wanted to both touch and nibble. Arms that were warm and hard as they tightened on her to hold her still. As she sat up, he slipped his arms around her to help. “You have a good goose egg going,” he murmured. Something dark and soulful, something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but whatever it was, it mesmerized. “Ha.” What was it about his voice? And those eyes…Now that she was lying still and he was staring at her, she could see they weren’t filled with just that sharp edge and a good amount of trouble, but something else, too. “CPR?” he asked politely with a hint of irony, the lean, carved lines of his face making him look incredibly tough, and incredibly handsome. And those shoulders were broad enough to block the sun from piercing her eyes.
When everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt, and oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her head like a pillow.ĭon’t look at him, she told herself. “Anyone have a sweatshirt?” he asked over his shoulder. His hair was windblown and tousled, and he was frowning, and…and she had to admit, he sure was something to look at, even with all that bad attitude. She opened her eyes and locked gazes with Pace, his dark with all sorts of things, with concern leading the pack. Holly had the strongest urge to keep still just to see if he’d really do it, but her body wouldn’t play along, because what if there were ants on the grass? Plus she could feel her hair was a complete mess again, and worse, it was entirely possible that her skirt had flown up. “Are you sure she’s breathing? Pace, give her CPR!” Chipper said urgently.
“Back up, guys.” This was Pace’s low, calm voice. “Did we kill her?” came a horrified whisper.
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