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burden.”
    “I… You… Well hell, I’m impressed, Abby. And no one here thinks you’re weak or a burden. You’ve been through a lot and seem to be bouncing back really well,” Lucas stuttered.
    The admiring glance he gave her eased the stirring of nerves that had already started in her belly. She grinned shyly.
    “I’m not a superhero,” she warned him. “But I really want to do this. Help out. Be involved.”
    “I think that would be wonderful,” Lucas assured her. “I’m sure Jones and Tristan will be really happy to have the extra help and insight you can give us. I can’t imagine either of them will have a problem with you hanging around. As you said, you’re the only one who’s met Harper, who knows him.”
    Warmth spread through Abigail at his words. It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, but she could feel its rightness deep within her.
    ‘…follow your heart, Abby, trust in what you know is true…’
    Abigail re-heard the memory of her gran’s words, and she nodded as if the elderly widow stood right before her.
    I will, Gran, she promised. You’re right, as usual .
    Abigail ran a hand through the soft strands of Lucas’ blond hair, brushing it back from his eyes as she mentally weighed the attraction that simmered between them. Before she could second-guess herself, she leant forward, closing the distance between them on the narrow bed and pressed her lips to his.
    Lightning arched when the softness of his lips gave way beneath her own. For a second he seemed frozen, but then he reached up to cup her face in his palms and hungrily kissed her back. Passion rolled lazily in her stomach, a liquid heat she could not possibly deny.
    Seemingly of its own volition, her hand raised to press against his chest, the heat from his body singeing her through the thin fabric of his shirt. She moaned, the sound wanton to her own ears. Pressing her body into the heat and warmth him, she enjoyed the weight from his chest pushing back into hers. She craved more contact.
    Abigail lowered her hands to his hips, pulling herself up and pushing herself harder into him. Lucas lifted her so she sat partially in his lap. She felt the heated strength of his erection rub along her thigh. Wriggling, she moved against him before lowering her fingers to stroke him through the material of his trousers.
    Power surged through her, the feeling not just of finally taking control, but of doing exactly what felt right. Abigail cared deeply for Lucas, not just because he was a hero in her eyes, but because her body reacted so fiercely to him. She craved his touch, his taste and the solid feel of his warmth beneath her fingers.
    “Fuck,” he groaned as his hips rose up to meet her touch. “You have no idea how much I fantasised about this earlier.”
    She opened her eyes to stare into his hot blue gaze. Taking his lower lip between her teeth and tugging him gently, she sucked on him. She flicked her tongue over his wet warmth.
    “Mmm?” she mumbled before slowly licking and kissing her way along the edge of his jaw.
    “Your picture drew me,” he muttered huskily, the intensity of his look searing into her. “Those eyes of yours should be declared a lethal weapon. Damn but I want you so badly.”
    “You have the cutest way of flicking the hair from your eyes. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. You were my hero then and still are.”
    Details from her fever-induced dream came back to her. Despite her ardent desire she didn’t think they could literally fuck right there on the gurney where anyone could walk in on them. She instead decided to give him a small piece of her soul as evidence of her trust.
    Moving to his side, she sat pressed against the length of his thigh and brushed her finger along his fringe, flicking it out of his eyes. He grinned cheekily at her, his smile warm and making her heart patter.
    “When I was really sick with my fever I had a dream about you,” she confessed. “I was burning from some