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be bothered with this unless you agree to do everything I say.”
    She lit up, realizing she’d won him over with little effort . She tried not to get too excited in case he suddenly changed his mind. “Well, within reason—”
    He held up a hand. “No. No. I’ll have your full cooperation or we part ways right now.”
    Kimber twisted her hands through her hair, idly separating her loose curls. “Agreed. When do we start?”
    “I’ll need some food in my belly if you expect an extended performance,” he said grumpily. “We’ve all plenty of time . H ave some patience, Red .”
    She felt quite pleased with herself and the arrangement she’d made —enough that she didn’t bother correcting him again on her name. The fact that he was completely resistible and the exact opposite of her ideal mate could only be to her benefit. As he said, forming an emotional attachment would be detrimental to her plans. And without the worry of becoming pregnant from interspecies mating , she could see no bad side to her proposition—except that he seemed in no hurry to begin. She hoped she didn’t die of boredom before he decided to start. She’d never been much good at waiting.
    The fish finished cooking, and Braeden divvied the flesh between them. They ate in silence, and she kept a watchful eye on him. He’d allowed his wool skin to fall to the floor and drape around his hips as he sat cross-legged at the fire. When he finished eating, he scooted away from the fire and lay down on his furs, propping his head on his hand and looking at her. She waited expectantly and obediently, watching his eyelids flutter until they finally closed.
    Kimber stared at him. “Are you going to sleep?” she asked loudly.
    He snorted awake and glared at her. “What?”
    She crawled across the floor and sat directly in front of him, then gestured toward the cave opening. “It is early yet. The sun is still up.”
    He yawned and lay back on his bent arm. “There is something about having a full sto mach that makes me want to nap .”
    Her jaw dropped. The flame taking root in her sex, pulsing with need and awareness, fizzled out. “You were supposed to be energized.”
    Braeden shrugged. “I’m in tune with my bear side—I like to hibernate . I need some rest if you expect me to last through the long nights . Gather some more wood for tonight while I take a little nap. I’ll feel more up to lessons by then . I promise .”
    Kimber stood and slung her cloak back on, storming out of the cave to gather wood. She kicked snow, blasting it into the air as she slogged through the ever deepening drifts to look for deadwood small enough that she could drag back to their shelter. It occurred to her to take a log and whack him in the head and be done with him. As she came back with an armload, she ducked inside and dumped a stack along the wall with a clatter. Braeden did not even flinch, he was so deeply enmeshed in sleep. She hefted his hatchet, holding it threateningly as she eyed him then stomped back out.
    A downed log bristling with broken limbs became her target. She hacked the limbs off, taking out her aggression until she’d exhausted her arms and struggled to lift them . She felt remarkably b etter when she carried in her next two loads of wood —less murderous . In fact, she thought taking a nap might do wonders for her disposition . She sat down, scraping the dirt from under her nails with the hatchet . Beside her, Braeden’s soft breathing enticed her to lay down and find sleep herself.
    She swore she’d barely closed her eyes when his voice interrupted her dream . An odd tone infiltrated his voice. “Why a re you sleeping with my hatchet? ” he asked, slowly peeling her fingers from around the handle before she could open her eyes.
    Kimber blinked, looking up at his face hovering over hers with a quizzical look in his eyes. “ Did you have plans to dismember me? ” he asked with brows drawn low.
    “No,” she said blankly.