“I’m afraid I flapped but good when Hawk told me that you’d been hurt,” Angel said. “And then I took it out on Hawk.” She smiled slightly. “So much for serenity and angels.”

Hawk’s dark gaze lingered over Angel’s lips, the grace of her neck rising out of black silk, and the soft tendrils of hair curling around her breasts.

Angel felt her breath shorten in a combination of surprise and sensual response to Hawk’s look.

I wish I’d never sensed the vulnerability beneath this man’s hard surface, Angel thought unhappily. I wish that Hawk were as unfeeling as he seems to be.

Then I simply could ignore him, letting his hungry glances and touches slide off the serenity I’ve worked so hard to have.

Yet Angel kept sensing flashes of warmth and gentleness in Hawk, like the simple straightening of the pillow beneath Derry’s head. The contrasts and complexities that made up Hawk both fascinated and unnerved her, keeping her off-balance.

Serene? Angel thought wryly. Hardly. Not so long as Hawk is in sight.

Angel stepped around Hawk and smoothed back the curls from Derry’s forehead.

“Ready to sleep yet?” she asked. Derry shook his head, sighed, and silently asked to be stroked some more.

“That feels good,” he said.

Angel smiled and resumed stroking Derry’s hair.

Derry returned the smile, then looked up at the tall, dark man whose quick intelligence and blunt manner had drawn Derry from their first meeting several weeks ago.

“You have a point, Hawk,” Derry said. “Some men just love to be babied.”

“Shall I hire you a nanny?” Hawk asked.

“Only if she’s young and pretty,” retorted Derry.

“They don’t call them nannies if they’re young and pretty,” Hawk pointed out. “They call them – ”

“Never mind,” interrupted Derry quickly. “I couldn’t do much about it anyway, not until I’m out of these concrete overalls.”

He shifted uneasily, trying to get comfortable.

Hawk went to one of the cushioned patio chairs, took a pillow, and came back to the lounge. With a few swift, careful motions, he had the cushion tucked under Derry’s cast, relieving the strain on his back.

Derry sighed. “Thanks. Damn thing weighs as much as I do.”

Angel glanced up at Hawk, surprised again by the contrast between his unsympathetic words and his caring actions.

Hawk looked back at her coolly.

“Go ahead and pet him,” Hawk said. “It will keep his mind off his ankle.”

Derry laughed aloud, his blue eyes dark with pleasure.

“That’s what I like about you,” Derry said. “Everyone else tiptoes around being nice and you don’t. As a doctor-to-be, I believe there’s a place in this world for astringents.”

“Yes,” Angel agreed curtly. “In bottles. Tightly capped.”

For an instant Derry looked shocked. Then he gave way to laughter again. Lines of strain melted away from his face, making him look barely eighteen instead of the twenty-one he was. He took Angel’s hand, squeezed it, and put it back on his forehead.

“Pet me,” Derry said complacently. “You’re good for me. Both of you. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself before you came.”

Angel’s irritation disappeared at Derry’s words. She resumed stroking his forehead, smoothing away tension. And with every stroke she sensed Hawk’s dark, enigmatic glance on her.

Closing his eyes, Derry sighed deeply, relaxing beneath her touch.

“Your hands are like you, Angie,” he murmured. “Kind. Generous. Calm. Will you help me?”

“Of course,” she said quietly.

“Are you sure? I know how busy you are.”

“It’s summer,” Angel said simply. “During the summer all I do is absorb the patterns of color and sunlight.”

Derry’s eyes opened. Relief showed clearly in their blue depths.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice husky, slow.

The pain pill was obviously taking effect. Derry looked past Angel to Hawk.

“When do you want… to start your… grand tour?” Derry asked, speaking in slow motion.

For an instant Hawk almost felt sorry for Angel, neatly trapped by a young blond charmer. Then the corner of Hawk’s mouth lifted in a curve well short of a smile. Derry’s charm was a real force, a radiance like the sun that encouraged people to come and warm themselves.

But Hawk hadn’t seen any sign that Derry was a liar or a cheat. Derry could no more help his easy charm than he could help the fact that he had ten fingers and toes. Derry was unspoiled by women and lies.

Hawk would see that it stayed that way.

“Tomorrow is soon enough,” said Hawk. “Until Angel is sure that you can take care of yourself, her heart won’t be in her work.”

Angel’s head came up. “What are you two talking about?” she demanded.

Derry looked back at Angel. He squinted, trying to focus through the effects of the pill.

“Taking Hawk… around,” Derry managed. “I… can’t.”

Angel looked up at Hawk, surprise clear in the eyes that were too large for her face.

“Do you know what Derry’s talking about?” Angel asked, worried.

Through the pain pill’s haze, Derry heard Angel’s words fade in and out of his consciousness. He knew that he had to make her understand how important it was that she help Hawk, but his tongue just wouldn’t form the words.

Suddenly Derry realized how much of his strength had drained away, how weak he had become. He began to fight the effects of the pill, something close to panic in his body and voice.

“Angie?”

Angel felt the bunching of Derry’s muscles beneath her hand. She spoke quickly, remembering her own feeling of helplessness in the hospital three years ago, the shots that whirled her down into darkness, taking away even the power to scream.

Except in her mind. She had screamed there, endlessly, caught in barbiturate chains.

“Don’t fight the pill,” Angel said urgently. “Do you hear me, Derry? Don’t fight it. Let go, Derry. Let go. It’s all right.”

“Can’t… Hawk.”

“I’ll take care of Hawk,” Angel said instantly. “Let go, Derry. I’m here.”

She stroked Derry’s forehead and his cheek, focusing only on him, willing him to be calm.

“It’s all right now,” Angel said quietly, her voice like a benediction. “Sleep, Derry. I’m here.”

Derry’s eyes focused on Angel for an instant. He took a ragged breath, nodded slowly, and stopped struggling.

Only then did Angel realize that Hawk had come to her side, helping her by holding Derry’s shoulders in a powerful vise. Without Hawk, she wouldn’t have been able to contain Derry’s struggle to sit up.

“Thank you,” Angel said to Hawk, her voice soft. “Derry will be all right now. He just had a bad moment when he realized that the pill was stronger than he was. The helplessness is frightening.”

Angel’s fingers clenched as she remembered three years ago – pain and helplessness and rage.

Hawk saw. Without stopping to think, he took her hand between his and gently pried her fingers open. He stroked her fingers, surprised by their chill.

“Derry is as strong as he is charming,” Hawk said, warming Angel’s hands between his. “He’ll be fine.”

With an effort, Angel forced her hands to relax. The heat of Hawk’s skin was almost shocking.

She looked up suddenly and found herself reflected in the hard clarity of Hawk’s eyes. Reflected and… measured. His eyes were not nearly so soothing as the slow rhythm of his hands rubbing warmth into hers.

Suddenly Angel felt wholly vulnerable, as though she were naked and an ice-tipped wind was sweeping down out of the dark sky to claim her.

Angel eased her hands free of Hawk’s. She returned to stroking Derry’s hair, but this time the soothing contact was more for herself than for him.

Silently Hawk watched, following every movement of Angel’s hands, her eyes, the last of the sunlight sliding like a caress over her pale hair. And most of all he watched the slow rise and fall of her breasts beneath midnight silk.

The fact that Hawk wanted Angel didn’t surprise him. The fact that he had wanted to comfort her did.

The sooner I get her into bed, the better. I’ve never seen an actress who portrays both strength and vulnerability so easily.

So convincingly.

Only in bed will the act fall apart, freeing me from her soft fascination and lies.

“What was Derry talking about?” Angel asked after a few minutes of silence.

“You mean the grand tour?” asked Hawk.

Without looking away from Derry, Angel nodded her head in agreement. The motions sent strands of her hair whispering over each other.

Hawk wanted to wrap a curling tendril around his finger and then slowly release it, letting the silk and radiance of Angel’s hair caress the sensitive skin between his fingers.

“I’ve never spent any time in the Pacific Northwest,” Hawk said. “Frankly, I don’t know a damn thing about the countryside. Before I build an enclave of exclusive homes, I want to be sure that I have more to offer buyers than high-priced houses and an expensive resort complex.”

Angel waited, her hands still, her fingers relaxed due to an act of will that made her ache. The thought of selling Eagle Head made her want to cry or scream or plead with Hawk not to buy.

Yet selling Eagle Head was the only way Derry could afford the eight years of advanced education and training that being a surgeon would require.

Angel would not stand in the way of that. No matter how much she loved Eagle Head, she loved Derry more.

“That’s where you come in,” Hawk said, his voice as expressionless as his eyes. “You’re my tour guide.”

“What?” Angel asked, not quite believing she had heard Hawk correctly.

“The way Derry is now, he would have a hell of a time getting in and out of a car, much less a boat,” Hawk said, his voice matter-of-fact.