"I hope he kicked the bastard's ass."

"I did, and then Piper plugged him right through the heart," he said, and he sounded proud of her. She looked down into his pain-filled, glazed eyes.

"Then he shot him again. Twice."

He closed his eyes, his hand grasping for hers in blind agony, crying out, the sound cutting through her. She threaded her fingers through his as he squeezed, his jaw flexing under her hand. "Insurance," he said raggedly, the word slurred.

"That still hurts, huh?"

A small, pain-filled laugh huffed out of him. "Your bedside manner needs work, Doc."

Blessing stopped what she was doing and picked up another syringe and injected more anesthetic until Dex seemed to relax some. Then she went back to work.

His eyes were so dark, so deep, falling into them would be way too easy. But avoiding his eyes only centered hers on the long, lean line of his body, the heavy, glistening muscles and the tantalizing hair that started at his navel and dipped under that precarious sheet. Blessing seemed immune to the glorious view, but Piper hadn't seen a man like this...since Brad...okay, never. Brad never looked like this...this warrior. Her throat immediately ached. This seemed like a betrayal, that she was lusting after all those hard-packed muscles.

"It's a wonder he made it this far. Some of these wounds are deep."

"They were ambushed, from what I could gather. My brother Ty was also involved. He's more gravely wounded, but is receiving care at Landstuhl."

"That is a very fine facility. I'm sure he's in good hands."

The only sound in the room was Dex's labored breathing. He had his eyes squeezed tight, but as Blessing got to the end of the wound, she sat up to relieve the strain on her back by stretching.

She irrigated the wound again, then threaded a curved needle. Dex's head lolled and his breathing was heavy and even, his hand now loosely clasped with hers. She touched his face. It felt as if his skin wasn't as hot.

"It's easy to care about him, oui?"

"Yes. He's pretty dynamic."

"And stubborn and brave, and downright annoying." She chuckled as she made neat, small stitches. "And-" she sighed "-quite handsome. If it wasn't for my Pierre..."

Piper instantly got a pang of jealousy. There was no denying that Blessing was lovely and Dex had affection for her, but Piper was quite suddenly glad she did have her Pierre.

She really had no claim on the man. She'd just met him only a day ago. It was shocking to her how much had changed in just hours. Someone tried to kill her in a way that would make it look like she'd been a victim of insurgents in a freak hospital takeover in Afghanistan. Nothing but a lead in a news story. Instead, Dex had saved her. She reached for the cloth in the basin and smoothed it over his forehead, cheeks and neck.

"I see there is no ring on your finger. You aren't married?"

"No. I was. He died in a car accident eighteen months ago."

"Ah, I am sorry for your loss, Piper. That must have been very difficult."

"It was. Brad was a very good man. It's his seat that I took over to help fulfill some of the promises he made his constituents."

"Bah, politics. I am not a fan."

Piper smiled and said, "A necessary evil."

"No children for you and your Brad?"

"No, I lost my unborn child in the same accident."

Blessing eyes softened in sympathy. "You have known heartache."

"What about you? Children?"

"No, not yet. I think that Pierre and I will plan to have children, but not in this war-torn country. Perhaps once I have left this post and we settle somewhere more stable and safe."

"How do you know Dex?" Piper asked.

"When the conflict was intense here, it was very difficult to keep medical supplies stocked and available. I was handling a lot of casualties-my little clinic was overrun." She wiped away some blood with a gauze pad. "When we lost a large shipment of medical supplies, Dex and his team went after them, got them back and, with them, my husband. They had taken him to administer to some gravely wounded guerrillas. I will always be grateful for Dex stepping up and trying to make a difference in these people's lives. That's the thing with him. He never judges anyone, not by race or religion. He treats everyone on an even level. It's not to say he isn't vigilant and very competent, for the record, but he's just got a way about him that a lot of people respond to. He seems to know what to say and doesn't hesitate to do what is right."

Piper set the cloth in the basin and reached for another gauze pad, blotting the sweat from Blessing's brow. Blessing said, "I would do anything for him. Even keep my mouth shut about a US senator hiding out in a small Afghan village and sewing him up in a place that isn't as sanitary as my clinic."

Piper returned that bright, flashing smile. "I appreciate that."

"What are you going to do?"

"We're going to try to get back to the States."

"I believe I could help you with that. I want Dex to rest at least three days. Then I will come back and take you both to Kabul. You should be able to charter a plane home."

"Yes, we have a company on retainer, so that will be a piece of cake. Thank you very much. That would be such a big help."

Blessing finished up his stitches and swabbed his wounds with more antiseptic. She packed up her bag and rose. "I want him to rest for three days solid. That will give him time to heal and to recover from the fever. Not enough time, but it will have to do for now. Here are his antibiotics and more pain meds." She put the bottles and a package of syringes in her hands, explaining the dosage of each. "Make sure that he takes plenty of water and broth. Afsana makes excellent broth. Oh, and the antibiotic needs to be injected into his butt."

Afsana nodded from the doorway, carrying a plate of food and a bowl.

Piper's face heated at the instruction, but she would have to follow the doctor's orders to the letter. She wanted Dex well and able to travel. The faster they got out of here, the safer they would be. The only threat would be from the unknown, not people in a hostile country interested in kidnapping or killing Americans, especially a high-ranking official and a navy SEAL.

"If his fever doesn't lift or he gets worse, come and get me in Charikar and I will come back, but I don't expect that will happen. He really belongs in a hospital, but such is the life of a navy SEAL. You also, eat and get some rest. Becoming exhausted will not serve either you or Dex. tes-vous d'accord?"

"Agreed," Piper said as Blessing embraced her.

"You are a very brave and strong woman," Blessing said.

"Thank you," Piper said with a soft smile.

Piper folded down next to Dex as Afsana placed a plate in her hands and some broth for Dex. She left to walk Blessing out. A few minutes later, she heard her Jeep start up. Piper sent her hands through her hair and pulled off the neck wrap and vest. She shook Dex slightly and his eyes opened slowly.

"Time for more medication and some broth."

"I missed Blessing? Damn."

Piper smiled at him. "You actually had a conversation with her. You were out of it. She just left, but she's coming back in three days."

"We need to get moving."

"No. We're safe here, Dex, and you need to recover. We're not going anywhere for three days."

"What?"

"Doctor's orders."

He sighed. "Looks like I'm outnumbered."

"How are you feeling?"

"Like hell."

"Hungry?"

"A little."

She settled close to him and picked up the bowl and spoon, then realized he couldn't eat prone. She set everything down and moved around him. "Let me get behind you so that I can feed you."

"You don't think I'm capable of feeding myself." He sounded completely exhausted, his words still slurring together, but they had a lilt to them as if he enjoyed challenging her.

She raised a brow. "Are you?"

"No."

"Then be quiet." She slipped her hands under his shoulders, splaying her legs and scooting her butt forward until his torso was cradled in her lap, the back of his head resting just below her chin.

"Yes, ma'am," he said softly. His hair was soft alongside her neck; the weight of him seemed so right against her, and a weird, protective sensation rolled over her, clutching her heart. She was powerless to stop these feelings even as the guilt churned within her. There wasn't a man she met since she'd lost Brad who was able to get past these barriers. But in one short day, Dex had stripped away a defense system that had been in place since she'd woken up alone and empty in a hospital bed in DC.

Everything tingled, as if her body had been asleep and was now waking up, the pins and needles a reminder that blood flowed through her veins.

He made her feel so alive.

She picked up the broth and brought the spoon to his mouth. Clearly agitated, but still a bit out of it, he didn't respond. "Don't make me do the choo-choo train noises," she threatened.

"I'm not five," he said, the muscle in his jaw twitching.

She gave him a narrow, chastising look. "Then don't act like it." She nudged him and he opened up so she could pop in the spoon. Dex was the kind of man who was used to being in charge, and it obviously rankled him that he couldn't even feed himself.

His little hum of satisfaction went through her like a knife, the vibration from his chest through his back only making her more aware of him.

"See. It's good."

He tilted his head to look up at her. "It's damn good." He studied her face and said, "How are you doing?"

She barely knew with all that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. That fact that she was running for her life with a navy SEAL who was making her feel more than she had in months, the fear and danger they were in, not to mention that she'd killed a man, it was all so overwhelming.

"I've had better days. I really don't know how you do all this."

"It's my office," he said, accepting and swallowing another bite. "I would go stark raving mad having to yammer at people all day and not have them heed a single thing I said."

"You like giving out orders and having them followed."

"War is easy, Piper. There are enemies and you kill them while trying to stay alive. It doesn't hurt that I'm in charge of a bunch of great knuckleheads." His eyes glinting, he shook his head, watching her with those piercing blue eyes. "In politics, you never know who will be stabbing you in the back. Five minutes with a double-talker and one of us would be leaving in a body bag."

The way he said it made her laugh-really laugh. "I'm guessing it wouldn't be you."

He chuckled. "No. Probably not."

"Not a really good way to get a bill made into a law. We might have to go over diplomacy and conflict resolutions that have nothing to do with 'move your shapely ass' or the business end of a handgun."

He grinned at her, meeting her gaze directly, and they exchanged a long, silent look-a shared joke, a companionable closeness, a kind of unspoken honesty.

"You have a gift of negotiation," he said.

"Gift?"

"Yes, the most dangerous or useless gift is one that isn't earned. You've earned yours. It took guts to do something that would remind you every day of what you lost. Fight for something that your husband passionately believed in and was dedicated to doing with his life. It's admirable."

Feeling unexpectedly close to tears, she whispered, "I couldn't do anything else."

"You're actively pursuing your passion. Wildly committed to doing this because your husband can't. I call that an unbreakable spirit. Most of what I do is ninety-nine-point-nine percent mental. I only use my physicality to carry out what my mind dictates. Getting through combat is all mental-failing and getting up, again, all mental. Everything I do comes from up here." He tapped his temple. "It's the engine that runs me. I regret that what I've chosen to do with my life has taken a toll on the people I loved and who loved me, but not enough to stick by me when the going got tough. I've had two relationships and lost them both. So, being a SEAL is my passion, something I'm wildly committed to and what I tell myself every day is worthwhile. It makes me unbreakable."

His words touched something inside her that no one had ever touched and made her feel so much closer and intimately attached to him. She was carrying out Brad's wishes, but after she vacated his seat, she had no idea what she really wanted to pursue. She'd been supporting Brad for so long, she'd lost any sight of her own goals. Dex really gave her something to think about. She forced him to finish the broth, even though he grumbled. She could tell he was getting fatigued and the pain was creeping back. She gave him his meds and then came the part she had blushed red at-the antibiotic shot.

"Why are you looking like you have a job to do and it's not going to be your favorite?" he asked, his sleepy blue eyes roving over her face.

"I need to give you a shot of antibiotic."

"O-kay..."

"In the biggest muscle on your body."

"Oh, right." He smirked. "Trouble with the location, Senator?"

"I'd say the second-biggest muscle since your brain is obviously the largest."

He chuckled. "I'm buck-ass naked, lady, so have at it."

He was clearly laughing at her discomfort. Okay, maybe not out loud, but his laugh lines were all crinkled, and there was a wicked, wicked sparkle in his eyes.

She cast him an annoyed and embarrassed look. "It's not funny, Dex."

The glint intensified. "Oh, butt it is."

She made an exasperated sound. "Need I remind you that I'm the one with the sharp instrument and I've never stuck a needle in anyone before?" It didn't help that Piper was so aware of Dex; it was as if her body had a million little sensors in it.

He rolled gingerly to his side and she reached out a trembling hand and moved the cotton covering just enough to expose the top of one of his cheeks. The man was a study in thick, ropey muscle as the big muscles of his back tapered down into the smooth definition of his rump. My God, the man was so beautiful.

He looked at her over his shoulder. She met his gaze and her heart rolled over, a strange, fluttery feeling unfolding in her middle. His expression was wry and wickedly teasing. "Piper, are you going to stick me, or are you just staring at my ass?"

Oh, God. She had been staring at his fine butt. He pulled the blanket, revealing the full view of his posterior, and her mouth went dry. That knocked her out of her reverie and she stuck in the needle and pushed the plunger.