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fool, I did everything I could to support him. Even when he took all the money I had to give with my little business, I still believed he deserved more. I always thought he needed to travel more, to prop up his surroundings so he could write. I had to be the perfect helpmate, and that meant to give and give and give ’till I and everything else was spent. But I wasn’t going to end up alone and poor like my mom.” She released a wry smile. “So since I’m alone now, I work 24/7, so I won’t be poor, too.”

      A long pause reigned when the only sounds were the creak of the wheel and the soft splash of falling water.

      To relieve the tension, she flicked some water at him. “So how d’ya like that for a sisterly confession?”

      “Nothing sisterly about it.”

      “No?” she asked, raising her damp eyebrows. “You think I’d confess that to a date? I don’t think so. That’s for brothers only, pal.”

      His stare only grew more intense. Even in the dimness of the moonlight, she could see his gaze tracing every shadow of emotion that swept past.

      “Can’t be my little sister,” he instructed, his voice low, like a seductive growl. “Impossible. Because, first of all, I already have one. Her name’s Becky.”

      “I’m sure she’s lucky—” she stammered, losing her train of thought beneath that dark stare.

      “And second, I never wanted to do this to her.”

      His arms tightened. He crushed her against his chest. Slowly his hard lips descended upon hers. The heat of his mouth shocked her. The delicious contrast of her cold lips and his warm tongue made her release an involuntary moan.

      His kiss deepened and she could taste the whiskey on his breath and smell the male scent of him. Against her will, she found her mouth opening to him, as if she was thirsty for him and all she wanted to do was drink. His broad warm chest coaxed like a blanket in the snow. It was all too much to resist, and she felt herself folding into it as if she could crawl inside the fortress of it and be safe and warm forever—

      His tongue ran down the slick wet skin of her neck giving her chills that had nothing to do with the Montana night air. Instinctively she crushed her breasts against his chest, her nipples, puckered with cold, brushed erotically against the wet fabric of her bra and the hard warmth of his pectorals.

      Her hand slid down his back and pressed his buttock. Groaning, he slid her fingers to his groin, enticing her to feel his arousal. But she knew he was hard and ready without having to verify it. He pressed himself against her, his maleness like a police baton.

      She pulled back, suddenly knowing she was in over her head.

      The weariness in her eyes seemed to stop him too. His warmth was suddenly gone. She seemed to awaken from a dream, and found herself in the arms of a snowman. He pulled away from her, the eyes still staring, but this time with accusation and censure.

      “We’ve got to go,” he said abruptly, pulling her out of the water as if she were nothing but a rag doll.

      “Why?” she gasped, disoriented by his moods and the lash of stinging cold air on her wet body.

      “Do what’s good for you, girl. Get your clothes on,” he answered gruffly.

      She looked at him. Every tight line of his buttocks was visible in the sheer wet cotton of his boxers.

      He turned around to scowl at her. She held her breath. If what she saw between his legs was the result of cold shrinkage, she doubted she could handle it, even then.

      “You want some now?” he demanded.

      She gasped and shook her head.

      “Then, get your clothes on.” He turned to scoop up his jeans and shirt.

      She fumbled for her jeans. Sodden and shivering, she could hardly pull them on.

      “You can put your boots on in the truck.” He led her by the elbow to the pickup and helped her into the cab.

      Seated next to her, he flipped the switch for the diesel and started the engine.

      “W-w-was it something I did?” she stammered.

      He glanced at her, his face a stone mask in the dashboard light.

      “I thought we were having fun—”

      He stopped her. “Know what a grizzly feels like when it wakes up?”

      She shook her head, her eyes wide.

      “He’s hungry,” he growled. “So hungry he can’t think of anything but what it is that he wants.”

      “And what do you want?” Her words came out in a frightened whisper.

      He took one hard look at her. He didn’t have to speak.

      Even she heard the word in the silence, the long, echoing word, damning her and praising her in a monosyllabic curse.

      You.

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