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fluttered, and Mike found himself staring into large and soulful deep brown eyes. They seemed unfocused and immediately fell closed again as her head lolled. |
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"Hey!" he said, knowing his voice sounded tinged with desperation. "Hang on, please." This woman was beautiful, perhaps the most stunning woman Mike had ever seeneven though she was ashen and she wore no makeup. |
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He couldn't let her die. He had enough death on his consciencebut it was more than that. Looking at the fragile woman now clutched to his chest, he was suddenly filled with an irrational certainty that, if he did not save her, his own life, as pitiful as it had become, would be even less worth living. |
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No matter that the feeling was dumb, macho, and totally out of character; he felt utterly protective of this woman. It was as though she had called to him for help, and he was bound to save her. He had to do something. But what? CPR? But that was only good if her heart had stopped and she wasn't breathing. He knew she had a pulse, but was she getting any air? |
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He put his cheek to her mouth and felt her warm, faint breath feather against him. He was relieved. Surely she would be all rightwouldn't she? "Okay, miss," he repeated, his voice urgent. "You've got to wake up now." He pulled back to look at her. |
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Her facial structure was exquisite with its prominent cheekbones and delicate jaw and chin, needing no camouflage from the wisps of |
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