"Whatever emotional distance she might have been able to maintain was lost the second Zane lightly squeezed her hand and smiled. She'd never seen him smile before. If she'd been able to breathe, he would have taken her breath away. "I think you'll live," he said. "Just stay away from the goats." "Okay." The single word was the best she could do under the circumstances. Zane continued to look at her. Even better, he kept her hand in his, his thumb rubbing up and down the length of her fingers. Over and over. Up and down. It was very rhythmic. And sexual. Her thighs took on a life of their own, getting all hot and shaking slightly. Her mouth went dry, her breasts were jealous of the attention her hand was getting and her hormones were singing the "Hallelujah Chorus." Obviously she needed intensive therapy...or maybe just sex."