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near or if she brushed against him, God
help him, and she couldn’t be the one to change his mind about females.  Could
she?  She was extraordinary though, beautiful, hard-working, and clever.  She
was suitable for a partner and he would like to see her at dawn with her hair
spread out over his pillow and her cheeks flushed and her lips bruised after
making love.  He shook his head to clear it and went back to his book about
hunting.
    Thomas
came in for lunch on a hot spring day, his shirt off and feet covered with
mud.  Kat’s breath caught when she saw his bare, brown chest.  He was well
muscled and strong.  His skin danced when he reached for things on the table. 
Her eyes inspected the strong brown forearms.  They traveled up the huge bicep
to the muscle working in his squared jaw. Her gaze shifted to his eyes and her
breath caught when she saw him watching her, again.   She dropped his glass of
water her nervous hands simply released it of their own accord.  The glass
shattered and water splashed everywhere.  She cursed under her breath.   He
smiled as she squatted to pick up the pieces and to dry the floor.  He knew he
had an effect on her and hoped secretly it would worsen.  She was still young
and could not have spent much time around men.  If she were as interested as he
thought she was, it should be easy.  He thought that it was desire in her eyes.
It had been quite some time since he had been around a woman but he was pretty
sure that he could still recognize desire. Even if she wasn’t sure that was
what she felt.
    “You
drop a lot of things, don’t you?”  He goaded her.  “You should see a doctor
about that.”  His dimples flashed teasing.  Straight white teeth glinted when
he spoke.
    “I
will get better soon, I think in January.”  She answered from her place on the
floor.  He knew what she meant and only grinned he did not feel threatened by
her.
     
     
    She
dreamed of him that night.  In her dream he touched her the same way that Doug had
touched Julie in the hayloft.  She could feel his warm lips and his rough hands
on her bare skin.  She woke in a cold sweat but satisfied. He wasn’t bad, he
was nice when he wasn’t teasing her or gawking at her.   It was still dark. 
The night was as hot as the day.  Kat pulled her shoes on and climbed from the
loft.  The moon was almost full and high in the sky.  She headed toward the
creek.  Thomas watched her leave from his seat on the porch.  He was having a
lot of trouble sleeping lately as well. His own dreams haunted by green eyes
and long black tresses. She did not see him.  He eased off the steps and
followed her.  Perhaps she would lead him to her whiskey stash. She hurried
down a path beside the creek.  He could hear creatures scurrying about in the woods
and did not like not being able to see them.  She did not seem to notice.  He
followed at a distance so she would be unaware of him.  He tried to move
carefully.   He noticed that she did move silently through the dried leaves
left from last fall.  The smell of pine and rich earth filled his senses as he
stepped quietly to be as silent as Running Deer.  She crested a small hill and
stopped.  She pulled her clothes off. Thomas turned his head out of respect,
his shaft hardening.    When he looked back to where she stood, she dove over
the side and disappeared.  Thomas hurried down the path to see where she had
gone. His last dream, the one that woke him was still fresh in his mind.
    She
came to him in his bed.  She stood at the side of it in some white wispy dress
that he could almost see through.  Her finger tip lightly traveled up his arm
and over his cheek until it touched his lips.  She leaned over to kiss him, her
breast brushing his arm and just as she was about to touch her lips to his, he
saw the knife gleam in the moonlight.  He woke with a scream on his lips and
Toby’s tail tickling the arm she touched in his dream.  Thomas thought a