Ky came slowly, his vision clearing on a woman leaning over him who looked like Mara, only better older, more poised, with her wild curls tamed into a smooth fall of dark hair that brushed her shoulders.
Her brown eyes were fixed on him, wide and bright, pupils flared in a way that made his pulse kick hard. The soft light from the pendant lamp over the table turned the edges of her hair into a warm glow.
“Hey there,” she said quietly. “I’m Mara Kincaid.”
For a second he thought the blow to his skull had scrambled him completely. But no this was real. Mara, here, in his cabin, her palms pressed to his chest like she had every right to touch him. What the hell had happened while he was out?
He started to push up on his elbows, but she eased him back down with a light hand on his shoulde
