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morning. But he knew suddenly that he couldn’t go. Not now. Not when she was looking at him like that.
    “No Jassy, I’m not leaving. Not for a few days anyway.”
    “Do you have go?”
    “There’s a job waiting for me in Black Hawk. I should have left two weeks ago.” And he would have been long gone, if it hadn’t been for her.
    “A job?” Her gaze strayed to the gun holstered low on his left hip.
    Creed’s gaze followed hers. ”It’s what I do, girl.”
    “And you’re good at it, aren’t you?”
    Creed nodded, frowning a little at the dismay he heard in her voice. He wasn’t just good. He was one of the best.
    “You could stop.”
    “Could I?”
    Jassy nodded.
    “Maybe I don’t want to.”
    “Why? Do you like killing people?”
    He glared at her. If she’d been a man, he’d have known how to handle her, but she was just a kid.
    “Well,” she insisted. “Do you?”
    She had guts, he’d give her that. Most men knew better than to push him.
    “Listen, Jassy, I do what I have to do to get the job done. It’s not always pretty.”
    “Take me with you when you go.”
    She looked up at him, her dark brown eyes filled with despair. For the first time, he noticed the light sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her lips were a beguiling shade of pink, the color of the summer roses that grew along the banks of the Little Big Horn. Her cheeks were flushed. Sometime during their walk, she’d taken the ribbon from her hair and now it fell down her back and over her shoulders in a riot of soft red waves.
    Her lips were far too tempting, he thought bleakly. Her hair invited the touch of his hand, and her eyes… He swore under his breath and then, without realizing what he meant to do until it was done, he lowered his head and kissed her, his fingers tunneling into the silky mass of her hair.
    He knew immediately that she had never been kissed by anyone who knew how. And so he kissed her gently at first, his lips playing softly over hers, encouraging her to tilt her head to one side, to open her mouth so he could sample the honey sweetness inside.
    She was a quick study. In a matter of minutes she was kissing him back, and what had started as an innocent expression of affection quickly escalated to something much more dangerous. Desire streaked through him like chain lightning, startling in its intensity. He was breathing hard when he took his lips from hers.
    “Will you, Creed?” she asked breathlessly. “Will you take me with you when you go?”
    “No.”
    “Please.”
    He shook his head. There was no place in his life for a woman, especially a white woman. Especially one as young and innocent as Jassy McCloud. He’d learned long ago that getting mixed up with white women was a big mistake. He was a half-breed, a man with a foot in two worlds who was never at home in either, and so he had made his own world, taking what he liked from each and to hell with the rest.
    With an oath, Creed released her and stood up. “Come on, kid, it’s time to go back.”
    “I’m not a kid!” she exclaimed, confused and hurt by his curt tone of voice.
    “I’ll say.” His gaze lingered on her lips for a moment, and then he started walking.
    He’d always been able to spot trouble a mile away, and this girl was trouble of the worst kind. Soft, warm, innocent trouble that caught a man unaware and snared him in his own trap.
    Jassy scrambled to her feet and hurried after him. She had always said she would save herself for marriage, that she would never part with her virginity until she had a ring on her finger, but suddenly that didn’t seem important anymore. What mattered was that Creed was going away and she would never see him again.
    Her mouth was suddenly dry and she licked her lips nervously. And then, not knowing how to say it any other way, she just said it straight out.
    “Would you make love to me?”
    “What?”
    He halted in mid-stride. Jassy, coming up behind him, slammed into his