Free Healing Love: Saints Protection & Investigation by Maryann Jordan Page A

to a plastic bowl on a small table and picked up a bath cloth, handing it to him as well. “ Lavar ,” she said, motioning to the large water jug next to the bed, indicating for him to wash. She turned and walked to the door flap, before looking over her shoulder again. “ Cinco minutos ,” she said softly, indicating that she would be back in five minutes, before walking out and letting the tent flap wave in her wake.
    Cam looked quickly down at his dirty body and knew it would take more than five minutes to get rid of the dirt on him. Jerking his boots and cargo pants off, he pulled on the drawstring cotton pants. Pouring water into the plastic bowl, he pulled off his grimy t-shirt and dipped the cloth into the tepid water. Washing the dust from his arms and face first, he then tried to scrub his hands. Bending over, he dunked his head into the water, soaking his hair to rinse off the dust as well. Standing back up, he gave his head a shake, sending water droplets scattering in every direction. Senses alert, he knew when the whisper-soft sound of the tent flap opened again and heard the sharp intake of breath behind him.
    Miriam had stepped inside but halted immediately. She had seen her brother and his friends shirtless many times over the years, but nothing had prepared her for the sight of pure masculinity in its perfection. The driver’s dark hair was now wet and tousled. His thick neck was clean and led down to a back that was all defined muscle and sinew. Tapering to a narrow waist, the drawstring pants did nothing to hide the tight ass and the material stretched over his thighs. At the bottom, his lower legs and bare feet peeked out from the too-short material. And his feet were directly in front of hers.
    Jumping out of her stupor, she blushed furiously as her gaze lifted and saw he was staring at her, a smile working on his mouth. Caught ogling, she looked away unwilling to allow her eyes to continue to roam over the front of him, which at a glance had appeared to be even more magnificent than the back view.
    Cam saw her perusal and while he was accustomed to the provocative glances from women, her blush and gaze aversion was even more interesting. Got to get her closer. Pretending to sway slightly, he stumbled toward the bed.
    That did the trick, as she rushed to his side and assisted him to sit on the cot. Her assessing gaze noted that his complexion was clear and so were his eyes. Placing her hand on his forehead, she also realized that he was neither clammy nor feverish.
    She grabbed the dropped t-shirt and held it up to him. His eyes seemed to be watching carefully. As she started to stand, his hand reached out lightning fast and he clamped down on her wrist. She started to call out to the guards, but his next word had the scream halt in her throat.
    “Jobe,” he whispered.
    Her eyes widened as her knees buckled. Gasping, her mouth formed an “O” but no words came forth.
    Cam grabbed her other wrist in a tight, but painless grip. “Keep cool,” he whispered. “You gotta be strong.”
    She continued to stare, her heart pounding in her chest.
    “Can you do that for me, Miriam?” he mouthed, not knowing who might be listening outside. Seeing her shock, he gave her wrists a little shake forcing her to blink and focus. He repeated, “Can you do that? Be strong?”
    Her head jerked in a nod as her breath was still caught in her chest. She watched as his gaze roamed over her face and then watched as he leaned in.
    “Breathe.”
    Gulping in a gasp, she felt lightheaded and swayed momentarily.
    “Can’t take a chance letting you sit down. Someone could come in. You gotta pull it together,” he ordered gently. Then as a last ditch effort to get through her daze, he added, “For Jobe.”
    She blinked and he watched her take another deep breath as her eyes cleared. She said nothing, but he knew she understood that he was sent to help her. Letting go of her wrists, he watched as she stood, solid and