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meant
trouble; nor would he have known when Davalos and his troop of hardened
soldiers had departed to stop, at all cost, the American Nolan's further
penetration into Spanish territory.
    Davalos knew that Nolan was
Jason's good friend— and that would have given Davalos reason enough to hate
the man. Even so, Jason could not convince himself that it had been merely to
get back at himself that Davalos had gone after Nolan. There had to be another
reason. Unconsciously, his hand touched the gold and emerald band on his arm.
    Nolan had worn the twin and
though Nolan's body and personal effects had been returned, there had been no
gold band. For a minute Jason considered that fact. Davalos was greedy, and the
lone survivor had stated that Nolan had been alive when they had surrendered to
the Spanish troop. The official report claimed that Nolan had been killed
resisting, but Jason's informant had shaken his head violently at this, saying
that no one had been killed in the exchange of shots and that Nolan had agreed
to a surrender only after Davalos had offered them safe conduct to the border.
Jason smiled grimly in the moonlight. Davalos had broken his word. The men had
been taken and tortured, and the last time the lone survivor had seen Nolan he
was heavily manacled and chained, being led away for further questioning by
Davalos— Davalos alone.
    Jason sighed, his face
clearly unhappy. Upon his return to New Orleans, he learned that Davalos had
been the one to go after Nolan and for that reason only, he had challenged Davalos to a duel. But, unfortunately, Jason remembered
Davalos when they had been friends, and so when the moment came to thrust his
sword deep into Davalos, he stayed his hand and instead scarred him for
life—his blade slicing an ugly stroke across Davalos's forehead and eyebrow. Of
course then he hadn't known all the facts.
    Angry and sick with the
thoughts that kept winding and twisting in his mind, Jason turned away from the
window and walked quickly back to the bed. His body, cool from the night air,
gave a sudden chill in the woman as he slid in beside her. Sleepily she turned
in his direction and murmured, "Jason?"
    Suddenly very wide awake
and aware of other passions, Jason laughed low in his throat, more a growl
than a laugh, and gently nuzzled her ear. "Annie, Annie, love, wake
up."
    Annie awoke slowly, only
half conscious of the warm kisses being pressed to her throat and ear, but when
Jason's mouth found hers, sleep fled, and eagerly her body pressed against his
hard length. Jason gave a small groan of satisfaction as her hand found him,
and with quickening passion, he explored her soft body. Gently he caressed
Annie's silken flesh until she was moaning for him to take her. Then swiftly he
covered her body with his and slid deep between her opening legs. Urgently he
drove into her, forcing her to move with him as his body possessed hers, taking
them both over the edge of physical satisfaction.
    Replete, his body at rest,
and his mind firmly turned away from unpleasant thoughts, Jason gathered Annie
to him, and together they fell asleep.
    When he awoke, the pale
November sun was shining in through the open window. Annie stirred in his arms,
and a moment later she woke.
    Jason was once again
nibbling her ear, but almost angrily she pushed him aside. "You!"
she muttered half teasingly, half angrily. "It's late, Jason, and I'll
lose my work, if I lay here much longer with you."
    Regretfully Jason let her
slip from the bed. She glanced back at him, thinking it was unfair that any one
man should have such charm and be so handsome. With his black hair tousled, his
green eyes gleaming between astonishingly long lashes, and a smile on his
mouth that would turn a woman's heart right over, Annie admitted to herself that he was a man most women wanted and few could
forget. Remembering the feel of that long, hard body on hers and thinking of
his mouth tasting hers, Annie wished she could climb right back into