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Boone walked down the steps and cupped her face. “We’ll take care of it.”
“How do they keep finding me?” There was an edge to her voice.
She’d already coped with so much. He wouldn’t let her break. “We think they put a tracker on you.”
Her eyes went wide, her freckles stark on her cheeks. “A tracker? But I’m wearing different clothes, and we have clean phones.”
“Do you have a scratch or cut that you didn’t have before your abduction?”
“Yes. You know I do. I got banged up escaping—” She sucked in a sharp breath. “They put a tracker inside me. In mybody.” A wild look crossed her face, and she shook her head. “No. God, no.”
“Gemma, it’s okay—”
Her fingers gripped his forearms, nails biting in. “Get it out, Boone. Please.Now.”
“Okay. Okay.” He looked at Shep. “Take care of Atlas for a minute.”
Shep nodded. “There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom.”
As Boone led Gemma into the cabin, his dog barged forward to follow.
“Atlas, go with Shep.”
Atlas ignored him and pressed against Gemma’s legs.
Boone sighed. “Fine. Come on.”
He led her to the bathroom, and Atlas followed.
“Let me check your scalp and hair first.” He worked his fingers through the silky strands. She was biting her lip.
“I’ll check your healing wounds next.”
She nodded.
“It’ll be best if you take your clothes off.”
She wrinkled her nose and shoved her leggings down. “This is an unfun reason to get naked.” Her sweater and shirt followed. It left her wearing a simple black bra and panties, but his body still responded regardless.
She held out an arm, and he gently probed the scratches. There was nothing that he could feel. He checked her feet and up her slim legs.
“I have a scratch on the back of my neck? But I got that after I escaped from them.”
Boone stood behind her and pushed her hair aside. He checked the still-healing wound, but didn’t find a tracker.
He met her gaze in the mirror and saw the sheen of tears in her eyes. They killed him. “So brave.”
She sniffed. “I don’t feel brave.”
“Any other scratches that are bothering you? That are itchy? Swollen?”
Her brow wrinkled. “I don’t think—” She gasped. “Wait. My hip.” She shoved her panties half down.
Boone ignored the sweet curve of her belly the best he could. His gaze locked on the ugly scratch by her left hipbone.
“I thought it was just a little infected.”
He gently probed and felt a lump.
