Rachael could feel his gaze stabbing at her but she refused to give him the satisfaction of looking at him. Or at the needle. She’d already thrown up once; she didn’t think a second round would win her any points. “Was it my imagination or did you turn into a leopard?” Not just any leopard. Not a clouded leopard like his two companion cats. “Not like those little cats either. I’m talking a big, for-real large, predatory, man-eating leopard.” She could have groaned the minute the words left her mouth. It was utterly ridiculous. No one turned into a wild animal. Now he was going to think she’d lost her mind completely. And maybe she had. The image of his face contorting, the hot breath, the wicked teeth so close to her throat was very vivid. She’d even felt the brush of fur. And those eyes. She would never forget those eyes. She couldn’t possibly have made up that predatory stare. Unable to prevent herself, her gaze lifted to his, regarding him as if he had two heads. She could see she was really making an impression.

“It’s a bad habit of mine.” He said it casually. Easily. As if it didn’t matter. As if she really were crazy. And actually she thought he might be right.

Rachael watched him take a breath, let it out and take the first stitch. She tried to jerk her leg away from him, her breath hissing out between her teeth. “Are you insane? What do you think you’re doing?”

“Hold still. You think this is easy for me? You’ve lost too much blood. If I don’t repair the damage, you’re not just going to lose the leg, you’re going to die.”

“I thought that was the idea.”

“What was I supposed to think? You were here, waiting in my house for me.”

“I was in bed asleep, not lurking behind the door ready to bash your brains out.” She glared at him.

Rio turned his head again to look at her. Rachael had the grace to blush. Blood trickled down his temple to the dark shadow of stubble growing on his face.

“I thought you were trying to kill me. You were, weren’t you?”

“If I wanted you dead, believe me, you’d be dead and I’d be burying your body in the forest. Hold still and cut the chatter. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m soaked and have a few wounds of my own to take care of.”

“And all this time I thought you were he-man and didn’t care about the little things like wounds.”

He muttered something under his breath she was certain was uncomplimentary before once more bending over her leg.