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again.
    She stood rigid in his embrace for several moments and then,
with a sob, she leaned into him, her face buried in the hollow of his shoulder,
her body racked by sobs.
    He held her close, one hand lightly stroking her back while
she cried. He had always been a sucker for a woman’s tears. Sympathy for her
plight gradually turned to his awareness of her as a woman. Her breasts were
soft and warm against his chest, her hair and skin smelled faintly of the yucca
soap she had bathed with earlier that day.
    When she looked up at him, he cupped her face in his hands
and wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. She looked lost and
forlorn and more beautiful than anything he had ever seen. Unable to help
himself, he lowered his head and kissed her. Just a taste, he thought, one
quick kiss to see if she was as sweet as she looked. One kiss, given to comfort
her.
    Bending down, he covered her lips with his.
    She immediately drew back, her eyes wide. “What are you
doing?”
    “I was going to kiss you,” he muttered.
    “Kiss?”
    Of course, he thought, she wouldn’t know what it was. Living
with the Lakota, she had probably never been kissed before, would have no frame
of reference other than the kisses she had received from her parents when she
was a child.
    “Let me show you,” he said, and tilting her head to one
side, he covered her lips with his own.
    He drew back when she didn’t do anything, simply stood
there, her eyes wide and staring into his own.
    Chance ran a hand through his hair. How the devil did you
teach someone to kiss? “Close your eyes.”
    “Why?”
    “Just do it.”
    She looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then did as he
asked.
    Cupping the back of her head in one hand, he slanted his
mouth over hers and kissed her lightly.
    She didn’t move, just stood there with her eyes closed.
    “It’s better if you kiss me back.”
    “I do not know how.”
    “Press your lips against mine.”
    She was a quick study. When their lips met this time, it was
like touching a flame to gunpowder. He felt the explosion down to the soles of
his moccasins.
    When he could breathe again, he drew back a little to look
into her eyes. She was staring up at him, looking as dazed as he felt.
    Not trusting himself to keep his hands off her, he backed
away. He was there to collect a reward, he reminded himself, not to seduce her.
    “Come on,” he said, his voice none too steady. “I’ll walk you
back.”
     
    She didn’t sleep at all that night. She tried to shut out
the words of Wolf Shadow, but they were seared into her mind. Could it be true?
Could her parents be white? She choked back a sob. No, it couldn’t be true. He
was lying.
    “Teressa Elizabeth Bryant.” She whispered the words into the
darkness. The name sounded vaguely familiar, like something forgotten from her
childhood.
    And yet…what if it was true? It would explain why she
had no memories of growing up with her Mountain Sage and Eagle Lance, why her
skin was fair, why her eyes were blue, why she understood the white man’s
language. Why had she never wondered about these things before?
    She glanced over at Mountain Sage and Eagle Lance, sleeping
soundly on the other side of the lodge. They were her parents! No mother could
be kinder, sweeter, or love her more. No father could be braver.
    She rolled onto her stomach and forced her troublesome
thoughts from her mind. Sleep. She needed to sleep, but the minute she closed
her eyes, the face of Wolf Shadow rose in her mind and with it the memory of
his arms around her, his touch as he wiped away her tears, the heat of his
mouth on hers. Kissing. She liked it very much, she thought. Just thinking of
his kiss sent little shivers of excitement coursing through her. She ran the
tip of her tongue over her lips. Was it possible that she could still taste him
there, or was it just her imagination?
    She smiled into the darkness, wondering if she would see him
tomorrow. Wondering if he would kiss