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Earl of Hearts(44)

By:Meara Platt


     



 

"Our sister's in there," one of the girls replied, gazing at him through tearful blue eyes.

"Her kiln exploded," the other girl said, gazing at him through  identical blue eyes. Had his vision suddenly blurred? He was seeing  identical faces.

No matter, he'd sort it all out once he'd rescued their sister.

Julian placed his jacket protectively over his nose and mouth, dropped  to a crouch, and nudged open the door, which had almost blown off but  was still hanging on one hinge. The black funnel of smoke quickly  dissipated as it wafted outside, confirming the fire had burned itself  out, leaving only smoke in its wake. He had only to find the sister.

Don't let her be dead or injured.

He'd engaged in enough battles on the Peninsula to understand the damage  that wounds caused. The remnants were not only visible scars but  invisible ones as well, the sort that pierced deep under one's flesh and  festered. Damn. He didn't even know the young innocent's name to call  out to her. "Miss? Can you hear me? Where are you?"

His eyes watered as smoke and dust enveloped him. He wasn't halfway into  the small enclosure when he heard a soft moan coming from behind an  overturned table. The girl was alive but in what condition? He  approached and saw that her ankle was pinned under the table, so he  quickly righted it and then knelt to check her for broken bones before  he dared move her. The bigger risk now was a break, a bump on the head,  or other unknown internal injury.

He brushed a few stray locks off her forehead and spoke gently, relieved  to feel no lumps forming on her brow. "Can you move your fingers?"

"I …  I th-think so." She appeared to do so without much effort.

"Now raise your arms, one at a time." Again, she managed with little effort. "I'm going to touch your legs, don't be alarmed."

"Nothing will alarm me after this," she said, punctuating each word with  a cough. Even so, the gentle amusement in her raspy voice sent an  unexpected warmth coursing through his blood. There was a sweet, melodic  quality to her voice.

"Good, because I need to make certain you have no spinal damage and then  get you out of here before the roof collapses atop us." He touched her  leg. "Can you feel my hand on you?" Because he sure as hell could feel  her soft, shapely leg, and that warmth flowing through his blood had  just turned fiery.

"Yes, I can."

He cleared his throat. "I'm going to take off your slippers and I'd like you to wiggle your toes, one foot at a time."

She was able to do as he asked but winced as she tried to move her  injured ankle, which appeared to be the only damage she'd sustained. Of  course, she'd inhaled some smoke. That was worrisome depending on how  much she'd taken in. "Put your arms around my neck."

He lifted her into his arms while she did so and carried her out into  the cool, fresh air. She coughed again as her lungs took in the cooler  air and-merciful heavens-he felt each heave of her ample breasts against  his chest.

Fiery did not begin to describe the heat now raging through his body.

Bloody nuisance.

"Who are you?" he asked.

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