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his due. She’d yield as a woman should, moaning in delight at the
exquisite sensations sluicing through her. He’d do her one better and bellow
his pleasure.
    Or he’d keep on his clothes, deflect her advances, and tell
her the score. She wasn’t his type.
    That awful possibility kept Alexandra from doing anything
more than restarting her motor so she wouldn’t freeze to death. Her teeth
chattered and her shoulders shook, not entirely from the cold but the harsh
truth.
    Daniel wasn’t going to her place to get a jump start on
tomorrow night. He planned to have that talk he’d demanded earlier. Tell her
she’d been way out of line. Order her to behave as he wanted, just as her
grandfather always had.
    Her earlier embarrassment faded beneath quick irritation.
    So what if she’d been a little forward tonight. Okay, make that
downright pushy. Since when was that a freaking crime? If a guy had done what
she had, his buddies would have given him a high-five for being so damn ballsy.
Why should it be different for a woman?
    Up here in the deep freeze, ordinary formalities didn’t mean
squat. This was literally the Wild West with all that it implied. Prince
Charming wasn’t on his way to rescue her and provide a happily-ever-after.
Hell, even with her “do-you-want-to-play-with-me” offer, Daniel hadn’t been
ready to get down and dirty.
    His taillights winked with each bump in the road, the red
pinpoints of brightness finally disappearing as he turned a corner that led
directly to her place.
    Alexandra put her blower on full blast, gritted her teeth at
the still coolish air and headed back into the village. No way was she going to
make this easy. Daniel was going to have to search for her as she’d done for
him earlier. Maybe by the time he finally caught up, he’d want her as badly as
she hungered for him.
    Maybe he’d lose his good sense beneath unbearable yearning.
    Maybe he’d simply give up on her, not caring what happened.
She was a big girl. According to her grandfather, too damn big. She could take
care of herself.
    With that depressing possibility, Alexandra blew out an edgy
sigh and drove past the pizza parlor to the few other spots in the area. The
grocery store, community center, her office.
     
    Daniel frowned at the cabin’s dark windows, Alexandra’s SUV
nowhere in sight.
    He’d been so certain she’d come here he’d been ready to
pound on her door, then read her the riot act, explaining what she should have
already known. She was crazy for throwing herself at his crew. She shouldn’t
have pulled rank on him like a spoiled princess. Nor should she be playing at
sex with little concern over where it could lead.
    She wasn’t a fucking guy. She should know better.
    Hell, Daniel did, even though he was a horny male. Not even
as a teen had he behaved as she had tonight.
    He’d spent those early years in the village, too much
testosterone pumping through him the same as all the other boys. With little to
do during the long winter nights, many of his buddies had managed to get their
girlfriends pregnant and began the long road to fatherhood, endless bills,
dead-end jobs. At sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, their lives were over, having
never really begun.
    Daniel had kept his focus on college, a career, the same as
his father. His dad’s job with an oil company relocated the family to Seattle.
All during the rest of his school years, Daniel promised himself he’d return to
the village, help those left behind. A few of his boyhood friends welcomed the
connections he’d provided them, eagerly working their asses off at the good
positions they’d landed. Others resented what they called his intrusion into
their lifestyle—living off the land, hunting, fishing, barely subsisting. What
they’d said he should have honored given the heritage he shared with them. They
had all they needed and didn’t want more.
    Daniel hadn’t understood their scorn then and still didn’t
now. It was one thing to rally