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Scott

better. But even if he had the strength to do so, such a feat would dislodge her

the pillow of

his shoulder. He had to content himself with an awkward view of her

his prone position.

Still, he could see that she was in

her repose. Inky hair fanned his chest, slightly into waves at the ends.

neatly trimmed

hand lay in the center of his torso, rising and falling with each breath. His blankets had become tangled in the night, leaving a long expanse of her leg bare to the

air where it mingled

intimately with his own limbs. He'd been right.

His angel was entirely naked. The realization did nothing to alleviate the ache of his arousal.

Before he could do anything

the door

to the bedroom opened and someone the

group crowding into the room shouted too loudly for his head, "Senor

di Dios!

It's you! You're alive and well and back where you belong, in your wife's bed."

Chapter 5

An odd sense of relief filled him. He had a name.

Alejandro. He wished he could say it sounded familiar but it didn't. Still, it was a start. He had not caught the rest of what had been said in a of voices that drowned each other out. He only knew that he recognized the language spoken by those clamoring at his bedroom door, at least in part. And the "wife" part had certainly gotten his attention.

to get a better look at his

surroundings,

momentarily forgot the

pains of his sore body and levered himself up to see the source of the commotion. He winced as his body reminded him of the effort such a movement took. The woman beside him stirred, dislodged the hollow of his shoulder. Reflexively, Alejandro twitched a blanket over her for modesty. But it hardly mattered. The doorway was crowded with onlookers and they'd seen enough to know both of the room's occupants were stark naked.

Scott

The woman was

awake now, sitting up

and hugging a blanket to her, speaking to the group in a rapid

of Spanish he couldn't

completely follow in spite of his easy recognition.

With a broad grin, a woman ushered them the door, shutting it

behind her.

fell back against the pillows, partly in relief and partly out of his own exhaustion. The woman climbed out of bed and began dressing, not at all self-conscious about the fact that he was watching her. How could he not? She was exquisitely made. Should he know her? Such a display of intimacy suggested he should as did the yelling at the door. But his mind registered nothing in the way of recognition. Perhaps he'd misunderstood the shouts.

She said nothing as she dressed.

was happy enough to watch his angel in silence, appreciating the curves of her hips, the of

her breasts. She had a seductive lushness about her that suggested she had come into the prime of her mature beauty. The

of a young girl

had given way to the earthy beauty of a woman who knew her worth.

She

dressing and

back to the

bed, smoothing the blankets to make a space to sit on the edge. She smiled, reaching up to twist her long hair into a simple bun. The movement

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pronounced her breasts although

andro did