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White Owl was confused by her sudden mood reversal, and he was unable to move. But when he realized that she was shoving him into the stall with her little fawn-colored mare, he obeyed. He grunted in aggravation, but the girl’s look of warning immediately silenced him. She motioned for him to squat down, and to his own amazement, he complied. The instant he had crouched down, however, he grabbed his knife from its fringed sheath and raised it up in an attack position.
    “I’m coming, Donavan. Tell Ma I’m on my way.”
    Donavan! White Owl rose slightly to get a look at his adversary. He instantly ducked back down. Inwardly, he had to laugh at himself. Donavan was definitely not her husband.
    “You go tell Ma, I’ll finish brushin’ Molly,” he said.
    “No! I mean, I’m already done brushing her. I’ll be in the house in a minute.”
    White Owl could tell Wild Rose was fighting to control her panic, and he thought she was doing a good job. If she could get rid of the boy, he still planned to kiss those lips before he left here today.
    “Well, then you can go see what Ma wants.”
    An exasperated sigh emitted from her. “Okay,I’m going, but would you go get Molly some fresh water? Here’s her bucket.”
    White Owl saw the girl’s arm reach around the door of the stall to grab the water bucket. He helped her out by handing it to her. He heard her gasp, but she quickly recovered.
    “Thanks, Donavan. I’ll owe you.”
    “I’ll remember that,” the boy said as he grabbed the bucket and started back out of the barn.
    The instant he was out of sight, she twirled around to face White Owl again. “Please, you have to leave here,” she pleaded in a frantic voice.
    “Not until you agree to meet me later.”
    Her head shook negatively in a frantic gesture. “It’s too dangerous. But please, don’t hurt my fam—”
    White Owl refused to listen to her insistent worries that he was going to slaughter her family. He could not think of any way to shut her up, so he let his natural instincts take over.
    Any sense of rationality had left Rose. The Ute’s appearance in the barn had rattled her to the point of insanity. But when he grabbed her and pulled her roughly against him, she truly had thought that her end was inevitable. Then she realized it was her warrior, and though she still feared his prowess, she also somehow knew that he wasn’t there to hurt her. The feel of his lips on hers was the most delicious sensation she had ever experienced.
    As his kiss continued to engulf her senses, Rose forgot that they were standing in the middle of the barn and her little brother would be returning at any second. The thought that her father and twin brother, or even her mother, could walk in at any moment never even entered her mind. All her attention was focused on imitating his actions by opening her mouth slightly and letting his lips assault hers with a hunger that made her entire body ravenous for something that she could not begin to comprehend.
    Rose allowed herself to revel in the feel of his strong embrace. Nothing outside this moment existed. When he finally began to ease his mouth away from hers, she longed for more.
    She stared up at the tall brave, and their gazes locked. Her lips still raged with the fire of his kiss. There were no words that could explain the feelings that gripped her body and soul. From the way he was looking at her, Rose could not help but feel that he was as confused as she was.
    The sound of footsteps snapped Rose out of her trance. “You’ve got to get out, now!” she demanded as she glanced at the doorway. No one was visible yet, but Rose knew that it was probably Donavan returning with Molly’s water.
    “You will meet me later?” the Ute asked.
    “No—I can’t,” Rose insisted. She looked at the barn entrance—Donavan was walking toward the doorway. In a matter of seconds he would be in the barn and see them. “I’ll meet you,” she said hastily.
    “Where?”
    Donavan