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Tobias followed Carolyn back inside, the big Newfie trotting alongside them. His hand throbbed from the strain of keeping the dog's teeth from closing around it. But he would do it again, to see that expression on Carolyn's face—pure, awed gratitude.
It made him feel like a hero.
But he was no hero, all he could think about was crowding her against that kitchen island and feeling her body against his.
She led him to the bathroom first, but one look at the small space and he objected. His willpower was already being tested enough. She collected the Bactine and a washcloth and they went back to the kitchen.
"Take off your shirt," she told him as she ran water in the sink.
Without a word, he stripped off his outer layer, a worn plaid shirt one step from a rag. Underneath, all he wore
