Then he released her again and turned on the hot water. Once he had stripped out of everything but his boxers and when the water temperature felt right, he unwrapped her from his goose-down jacket and lifted her in his arms.

She shivered, and he squeezed her tightly against his body as he climbed into the tub.

“I’m going to set you down, wash the soap off, and then dry you and put you into bed. Doc will be here soon.”

Lelandi hurried into the bathroom. “What will the other bachelors think?” Her tone was more amused than alarmed. She eyed him as he stood in only his boxers with a naked Carol in his arms. “Here, let me help,” she said, reaching out to grab Carol’s arm.

“I’ve got her,” Ryan said, setting Carol down in the tub, not wanting Lelandi to do any heavy lifting in her condition.

Lelandi handed him the handheld showerhead, and he washed Carol’s face and hair, the spray wetting him also. “She’s probably got soap in her eyes. If I can’t get her to open them, Doc will have to flush them.”

“He’s unable to come. He said the drug should wear off. Silva will pick up some medicine that will help counter the sedative. Doc’s got three cases of swine flu and a human boy whose brother accidentally broke his nose playing basketball with him, and one of the pregnant humans is in labor now, so he has to remain at the hospital. Nurses Charlotte and Matthew are busy helping him.”

“I should have been with her. Those bastards would have never gotten near her.” Ryan lifted Carol’s chin and applied a steady stream of water to her face.

Lelandi grabbed a towel from the nearby rack. “I’m sure Darien will agree now to allow you to stay close to her.”

“A little late,” Ryan muttered. From now on, he would do this his way.

“I feel the same way, but you know Darien. You’re an outsider.” Lelandi handed Ryan a warm, wet washcloth. “He still wanted one of his bachelor males to woo her. Now you’re becoming a real obstacle to his plans.”

His own feelings mixed on the subject, Ryan wasn’t about to reveal his thoughts on the matter. “How do you feel about what he thinks?” When she didn’t respond, Ryan looked back at Lelandi and noted the wry amusement on her face. He shook his head. “Jake or Tom would make tolerable mates for her but not the beta males.”

“What about you?” Lelandi asked softly.

With the rush of the shower as he ran the water over Carol’s hair, he almost didn’t hear Lelandi’s words. “I’m here to do a job. Serve as her bodyguard. That’s all.” Yet even as he spoke the words, he didn’t feel sincere in the least.

He gently washed Carol’s eyes, finished rinsing out her hair, and ran the water over her face again and down her body, where a sheen of soap still covered her skin and goose bumps raised. It would take a saint not to notice her soft feminine curves, her vulnerability, and her beauty.

But he was trying his damnedest to keep his wolfish thoughts at bay, just as he knew she had when she’d observed him after he’d shifted and remarked, You look nice and healthy to me. He’d seen the admiration in her gaze, noticed she’d taken a gander twice at his size, and wasn’t fooled by her pretense. Not when he heard her heart beating rapidly and saw the faint blush tinge her cheeks beautifully.

Her eyes suddenly blinked, and she squinted.

His heart hammering, he lifted her chin gently. If he hadn’t had an audience, he would have kissed her lips, maybe enticing her to open her eyes again.

“Can you do that again, Carol? Open your eyes so I can wash the soap out?”

She tried, but she could barely lift her lids, her face grimacing. Then she went completely limp again, deep in drug-induced sleep.

“You’re very good with her,” Lelandi said.

“I’m used to helping victims of crimes.” Although he wasn’t capable of feeling impersonal in this case. Not when Carol was naked and so defenseless. Crouching in front of her, he squeezed the water out of her hair with one hand, his other holding her shoulder to keep her from sliding.

“Ah, and the kiss you shared with her earlier before the gathering?”

What could he say about that? A mistake? Was dancing too damn close to her at the gathering also a mistake? No, none of it was. Just some errant need to get closer, to possess, to quash his compulsion to learn how she scrambled his thoughts to such a degree. To show her he thought she was much more intriguing than the other women at the gathering. Hell, maybe she did have psychic abilities. The kind that included mind control.

Many of his Scottish ancestors believed in witches in the old days, many of the women having practiced the healing arts in their unusual ways. Carol was a nurse and had ancestral ties to the Highlands of Scotland, so maybe some of her ancestors were among those healers and she had inherited their genes. He shook his head at himself for even going there.

“Want to turn off the water?” He didn’t say anything in response to Lelandi’s question, figuring she had already decided he was hooked on Little Miss Nightingale. Not that she wasn’t desirable as hell, but she really needed someone who could completely believe in her.

Lelandi handed him an oversized fluffy white towel. The cloth contrasted sharply with Carol’s skin, flushed from the heat of the shower, as he wrapped the towel around her.

“Can you get something for her to wear other than that silky see-through nightgown?” he asked.

Lelandi’s brows shot up as she handed him a towel for Carol’s hair. “How do you know what she wears at night?”

“She was standing in the window watching me in the woods. Hard not to notice.”

Lelandi’s lips parted. Then in silence, she shook her head and left the bathroom, while Ryan wrapped Carol’s hair in the second towel and then lifted her from the tub.

Carrying Carol into her bedroom, he saw Lelandi holding up the shimmering translucent nightgown he’d seen Carol wear the night before. It reminded him of the silken goddess standing in the window, staring out at him, as beguiling as ever.

“Guess she’s not used to sleeping naked like the rest of us yet. She’s got some other nightgowns, but all are shorter and more revealing,” Lelandi said.

Carol looked small and sleepy in his arms, and beautiful. But the idea of her lying naked or wearing that silken piece of nightwear or anything even shorter and more revealing as she slept next to him in bed tightened his groin even further.

“Does she have sweats? A long T-shirt?” Damn, considering anything she might wear made him think of her as sexy as hell.

Lelandi glanced down at Ryan’s soaking-wet boxers. “Don’t let Darien see you like that.”

How could he help it if rinsing off Carol’s naked body had left him hard as steel? Even though he’d done his damnedest to keep his efforts as professional as possible. He was only human and a lot wolf, after all.

“What made Darien realize she’d been kidnapped?” he asked, resting Carol in the bed.

Lelandi held out a light blue T-shirt. He helped Lelandi pull it over Carol’s head. When they stretched it down Carol’s body, it barely covered her feminine enticements.

Lelandi slid the comforter up to Carol’s shoulders. “Jake was still up, editing his photos of wildflowers on his computer.”

Ryan raised his brows.

“It’s Jake’s hobby. Sam was watching him work, but both thought they heard something bump against the side of the house. Sam ran outside, while Jake tore up the stairs to check on Carol. He found her shower on and a trail of water leading to the window. The men had used a ladder and left it there. Outside the house, Sam smelled the reds and a perfumed soap that lingered in the air. The same shampoo that Carol uses. Jake alerted Darien, and I woke Tom. And here you are, her knight to the rescue.”

Hell, if he’d been a true knight, he wouldn’t have allowed her to be taken in the first place.

Ryan glanced at the bedroom door. He realized then that there was no sound of anyone else in the house, no evidence that the group chasing Carol’s kidnappers had returned. Which wasn’t good.

“I’ll dry her hair. You get dressed.”

“We’re alone? Just you, Carol, and me?” he asked. “What if the men had tried to take you also while everyone left you alone?”

“I’ve got big teeth if anyone is of a mind to show up who doesn’t belong here. I called the sheriff and his deputy, and they’re on their way.”

“Hell, that’s not soon enough. And these guys have guns.”

“I heard. What is the world coming to?” Lelandi sounded flippant, but her worried look belied her true feelings as she hooked up a blow-dryer and began running the hot air over Carol’s hair.

Ryan watched Lelandi comb her fingers gently through the damp strands the way he had done when he rinsed the soap out. Silky blonde curls turned from wet and dark to soft spun gold, and he thought of how it would feel to run his fingers through her hair when it was dry.

Shaking loose of the notion, he headed into the bathroom to strip out of his boxers. “At least three men were out there. Maybe four. See if you can recognize any of their scents tomorrow when it’s daylight and you have plenty of protection.”

“I’ll do that.”

Sam barged into the bedroom and gave Ryan a disparaging look. “Hell, what happened?”

“She was drugged.” Ryan dried off and jerked on his jeans in the bathroom. “Did anyone catch any of the bastards?”

“Not yet. Darien and his brothers shape-shifted and are tracking them. He sent me back to help you guard the women in case the men doubled back and returned to the house.” Sam walked over to the bedroom window and peered out.

“Think they were shooting silver bullets?”

“Might have been. Reds wouldn’t be a match for us grays.” Sam turned around to look at Ryan and frowned. “Where were you that you got to Carol so quickly?”

Ryan grabbed his shirt. “Outside. I’d already circled the grounds once, and then I thought I heard whispered voices on the other side of the house headed for the woods. I came from a different direction than you and Darien. Since you were shouting and I was in stealth mode, they didn’t hear me coming until it was almost too late. They dropped their precious cargo and hightailed it out of here.”