somehow soothing. "And the devil had nothing to do with it." He looked up at her and smiled. "I'm an angel."
Sandy grinned. Obviously, the man had landed on his head. Hard. What would an angel be doing in Hell Tree, Wyoming?
"An angel huh?" Sandy replied. "Where are your wings?"
"Angels don't have wings." He sat up in a single, smooth movement, his gaze intent upon her face. "Fairies have wings."
"Really? All the angels I've seen have had wings."
He looked at her, one brow arched. "Have you seen very many?"
She shook her head. "Of course not. Are you sure you're all right? Do you hurt anywhere?"
Slowly, he lifted a hand to the back of his head. "There is some discomfort here. Would that be pain?"
Reaching forward, Sandy probed the back of his head. She grunted softly when she found a lump the size of a goose egg. It proved what she had suspected all along. He had landed on his head.
"It's not bleeding," Sandy said reassuringly. "Is your vision blurred or anything?"
"Blurred?" He squinted at her. "No, I don't think so."
Sandy frowned, wondering what to do with him. She couldn't just leave him out here, not with that monstrous bump on his head, not when he was delusional. Certainly not when he was nearly naked.
On the other hand, taking him home didn't seem wise. She was single, after all. But she didn't live alone. Her housekeeper could double as her chaperone until Rafael was fit to travel.
"Come on," she said, her decision made. "I'll take you home."
Frowning, he glanced up at the sky. "Home? Ah, your home. Yes."
Sandy shook her head. For all that he was the most amazingly handsome man she had ever seen, he was obviously one flake short of a bale. Rising, she offered her hand to help him to his feet.
When his fingers closed around hers, a delicious heat unlike anything she had ever known flowed through her fingers, seeped into her palm, spread all the way up her arm and settled in her heart, filling her with a remarkable warmth. He rose lithely to his feet to tower over her. She had not realized how tall he was. Tall and lean and well-muscled. And nearly naked.
Never in all her twenty-three years had she been so intrigued by a man. It was difficult not to simply stand there and stare at him. It took all her will-power to draw her gaze from his face.
"Well, come on," she said, "let's get you home." And dressed , she added to herself, although it almost seemed a sin to cover that Adonis-like body. Calling, "Heidi, come," Sandy lowered the tailgate, and the Collie jumped into the back of the wagon.
Rafael followed the woman to the conveyance and vaulted up on the seat. The woman climbed up beside him, took up the reins, and clucked to the horse.
Sitting back in the seat, his arms crossed over his chest, Rafael watched the countryside go by. The Earth was indeed beautiful, just as Benjamin had promised. He lifted his hand, winced when his fingertips found the lump on the back of his head. New experiences, Benjamin had said, that was why Rafael needed to go to Earth. It would enable him to better understand human behavior if he spent some time living among them. He needed to experience sadness, loneliness, pain, hunger, cold, fear, anger, and depression, as well as happiness, joy, and pleasure.
When he tired of looking at miles and miles of gently rolling grassland, Rafael turned his attention to the young woman sitting beside him. She was quite lovely, with fine golden brown skin and a wealth of long dark red hair. Her eyes, beneath thick lashes, were as deep and green as the leaves of a celestial tree. She had a generous mouth, a stubborn chin, and a tip-tilted nose which could only be described as cute.
An unfamiliar warmth pooled in his groin as his gaze drifted over her body. Definitely female – a little plump, with curves in all the right places. Her breasts filled out the blue cotton shirt; faded jeans hugged her long shapely legs. She wore a pair of scuffed brown leather cowboy boots.
He took a
Sandy grinned. Obviously, the man had landed on his head. Hard. What would an angel be doing in Hell Tree, Wyoming?
"An angel huh?" Sandy replied. "Where are your wings?"
"Angels don't have wings." He sat up in a single, smooth movement, his gaze intent upon her face. "Fairies have wings."
"Really? All the angels I've seen have had wings."
He looked at her, one brow arched. "Have you seen very many?"
She shook her head. "Of course not. Are you sure you're all right? Do you hurt anywhere?"
Slowly, he lifted a hand to the back of his head. "There is some discomfort here. Would that be pain?"
Reaching forward, Sandy probed the back of his head. She grunted softly when she found a lump the size of a goose egg. It proved what she had suspected all along. He had landed on his head.
"It's not bleeding," Sandy said reassuringly. "Is your vision blurred or anything?"
"Blurred?" He squinted at her. "No, I don't think so."
Sandy frowned, wondering what to do with him. She couldn't just leave him out here, not with that monstrous bump on his head, not when he was delusional. Certainly not when he was nearly naked.
On the other hand, taking him home didn't seem wise. She was single, after all. But she didn't live alone. Her housekeeper could double as her chaperone until Rafael was fit to travel.
"Come on," she said, her decision made. "I'll take you home."
Frowning, he glanced up at the sky. "Home? Ah, your home. Yes."
Sandy shook her head. For all that he was the most amazingly handsome man she had ever seen, he was obviously one flake short of a bale. Rising, she offered her hand to help him to his feet.
When his fingers closed around hers, a delicious heat unlike anything she had ever known flowed through her fingers, seeped into her palm, spread all the way up her arm and settled in her heart, filling her with a remarkable warmth. He rose lithely to his feet to tower over her. She had not realized how tall he was. Tall and lean and well-muscled. And nearly naked.
Never in all her twenty-three years had she been so intrigued by a man. It was difficult not to simply stand there and stare at him. It took all her will-power to draw her gaze from his face.
"Well, come on," she said, "let's get you home." And dressed , she added to herself, although it almost seemed a sin to cover that Adonis-like body. Calling, "Heidi, come," Sandy lowered the tailgate, and the Collie jumped into the back of the wagon.
Rafael followed the woman to the conveyance and vaulted up on the seat. The woman climbed up beside him, took up the reins, and clucked to the horse.
Sitting back in the seat, his arms crossed over his chest, Rafael watched the countryside go by. The Earth was indeed beautiful, just as Benjamin had promised. He lifted his hand, winced when his fingertips found the lump on the back of his head. New experiences, Benjamin had said, that was why Rafael needed to go to Earth. It would enable him to better understand human behavior if he spent some time living among them. He needed to experience sadness, loneliness, pain, hunger, cold, fear, anger, and depression, as well as happiness, joy, and pleasure.
When he tired of looking at miles and miles of gently rolling grassland, Rafael turned his attention to the young woman sitting beside him. She was quite lovely, with fine golden brown skin and a wealth of long dark red hair. Her eyes, beneath thick lashes, were as deep and green as the leaves of a celestial tree. She had a generous mouth, a stubborn chin, and a tip-tilted nose which could only be described as cute.
An unfamiliar warmth pooled in his groin as his gaze drifted over her body. Definitely female – a little plump, with curves in all the right places. Her breasts filled out the blue cotton shirt; faded jeans hugged her long shapely legs. She wore a pair of scuffed brown leather cowboy boots.
He took a
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