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okay,” she murmured, sounding anything but.
He checked her pulse and found it fast and a little weak. Her skin felt dry and loose. “Rigsby, did you drink any water while I was gone?”
“I ran out, and I didn’t feel like getting up to get more.”
“Damn it, Rigsby, you’re dehydrated. We must get some fluids into you before you pass out.” He brushed her hair away from her face, not liking how warm she was. Maybe the hot bath had been a bad idea.
He crossed to the closet door and pulled it open, hoping he’d find some of Susannah Marsh’s clothes hanging there, but there were very few hanging clothes, only a couple of jackets and what looked like an Army dress uniform stored in a plastic garment bag.
“Try the drawers,” McKenna suggested, her words weak and slurred.
He hit pay dirt in the dresser at the foot of the bed. Two drawers contained women’s underwear and a variety of shorts, jeans and T-shirts.
“She likes to dress down these days.” McKenna had pushed herself up on her elbows and was looking at him through a tangle of ginger curls. “She can be herself here, again. She was always a tomboy. Hated heels and skirts and all that girlie stuff, as she calls it.”
“She’s gone blond-haired and blue-eyed again.”
“I know.” McKenna’s eyes followed him as he returned to the bed with a bra, panties, a light blue T-shirt and a pair of navy running shorts. They were a murky green color at the moment, like a mountain pool. “You gonna dress me, Darcy?”
“Don’t tempt me,” he murmured, handing over the clothing. “I’ll be in the kitchen getting you something to eat and refilling your water bottle. Call me if you need me.”
He took several deep, bracing breaths as he refilled the water bottle, adding a little ice this time in hopes of helping her fight the fever. It was utterly ridiculous that he found himself thinking of stripping her naked now, of all times, considering her weakened condition.
But she’d always had that effect on him, hadn’t she? Even in the high-stress atmosphere of the US Embassy in Tablis, McKenna Rigsby had been a constant temptation to him.
It wasn’t just that she was beautiful in that fresh-faced, natural way of hers. It was also her sharp mind, her blazing intellect and her dogged determination to reach her goal in any situation, despite any obstacle.
He might have saved her from sacrificing her life in a lost cause to save her colleague that fateful day in Tablis, but she’d saved him first, dragging his concussed and woozy ass back inside the embassy before the terrorists blew up the gates and surged inside.
As he set the water bottle on the table, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, moving at a quick but unsteady pace. He turned to find McKenna standing in the kitchen doorway, her face sickly white. She’d managed to put on the T-shirt, but she wore only panties beneath, and blood was trickling down her left leg.
As he took a step toward her, she grabbed his arm, her green eyes wide with fear.
“What is it?” he asked, his gut tightening with alarm.
Her voice came out in a raspy whisper. “Someone’s outside.”
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