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right, I’m scared!”
    He smiled. It didn’t last more than a second; it was the barely perceptible lift of one corner of his mouth, but it was a smile and it changed him from terrifying male to gorgeous man—and was she crazy, noticing such a thing at a moment like this?
    “Good,” he said. “You’d have to be a fool not to be scared, and a fool’s the last person I’d want tied to me right now.” He reached out, one big hand cupping her chin. “Obey me. Be a good girl and I promise, I’ll get you down safely.”
    Obey him. Be a good girl. Even now, with the coppery taste of fear on her tongue, Sienna almost laughed. Nobody had said anything remotely like that to her since she was twelve, but this didn’t seem the time or place to correct him on what her Women’s Studies prof called gender issues that still existed more than thirty years after the women’s lib movement.
    “Is it a deal?”
    She nodded. He leaned forward and brushed his mouth lightly over hers.
    “For luck,” he said.
    And then he turned his back to her and stepped off the ledge.
    At least, that was the way it looked.
    He hadn’t stepped off it, though. His head and shoulders appeared as if from nowhere, along with an extended hand.
    “Let’s go,” he said briskly.
    “I’m coming,” Sienna said. And she would—in a decade or two. Right now, her feet seemed glued to the sacred stone.
    “Remember what I said? Just do what I tell you to do.”
    “Something you should know about me,” she said withforced lightness as she inched forward. “I never do what anyone tells me to do. Especially a man.”
    “You want to burn bras, do it somewhere else.”
    Okay. This time, frightened as she was, she did laugh at the old-fashioned phrase.
    “Good. Relax. Take a deep breath. Another. And give me your hand.”
    “In a minute.”
    “Now,” he commanded. “Hear that thunder? The storm’s getting closer. Bad weather’s not a pleasant thing to experience on an exposed ledge.”
    A convincing roar of thunder followed his words.
    “Sienna! Give me your hand.”
    Who could possibly argue with such authority?
    Not me, Sienna thought, and she took Jesse’s hand and stepped off the cliff.
     
    A gentle rain had started by the time they reached the canyon floor.
    As for the climb down… She had no clear memory of it. Halfway down, scree coming loose under her feet, fingernails torn off by desperately digging into cracks that only a very generous person would call handholds, she’d finally taken Jesse’s best advice.
    She’d stopped thinking.
    It had been easier after that, but he’d still twice saved her from plummeting to earth.
    Each misstep had left her hanging, one hand clutching the rocky face of the mountain while her feet dangled in midair. Each time, he’d clasped his fingers tightly around her wrist, his face contorting with determination as he steadied her until she found a foothold.
    Now they were down. And this time, when the man who said he was Jesse Blackwolf said “good girl” as she tumbled into his waiting arms, she didn’t give a damn for gender issues.
    She was simply happy to be alive.
    “Th-thank you,” she said in a shaky whisper.
    It was all she could manage, but it was enough.
    Jesse nodded, held her in the circle of his arms and wondered if he ought to tell her she’d surprised him with her courage.
    No. Not now. There was no point to it. Why compliment her for creating a situation in which she’d risked both their lives? Besides, they had to get out of here before the storm hit with full force. It was going to be a bad one; the signs were all there. The dark sky, the wind, the thunder and lightning…
    This would be a storm that would turn the lazy creek that ran between the canyon and his ranch into a raging torrent.
    So, any second now, he’d let go of the woman in his arms.
    But not just yet.
    She needed to share his body warmth. Her teeth were chattering; her skin was icy. She might be going into