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stared back, careful to look only at his face, until Shadow said something to the kid about finding food. The kid nodded and trotted off, still staring over his shoulder at Glory.
    Shadow held the flap of a teepee open for her. “Raven will bring food.”
    “Great, I"m starved.” Glory ducked to go inside the teepee. “Nice place you have here,”
    she fibbed, looking around at the fire pit in the center of the grassy floor and the neat pile of blankets and furs on one side of the pit. The walls were made of heavy off-white canvas instead of leather. The canvas let in some light, more than leather would have. She was glad to see Shadow wasn"t completely sucked into let"s-imitate-the-past. At least he didn"t live under the skins of murdered animals.
    She felt his large gentle hands turn her around and stroke up and down her back before clamping on her derriere to pull her against his big, almost naked body. “Glory,” he whispered. “I want to kiss you.”
    Glory decided that playing hard to get would be stupid. She wanted to kiss him just as much. She stood on her tiptoes to press her lips against his. Cool. She"d never had to stand on tiptoes to kiss a guy before. Wow, he sure knew how to use his mouth. He used exactly the right amount of pressure to make her open her mouth for him, and his tongue glided along hers with a lazy surety that made her want to purr. But the feel of his hand pushing up the silk T-shirt woke her out of her passion. She tried to pull away, and for a second his iron-hard arm around her waist didn"t let her. But he finally lifted his mouth away with a small moan.
    “Glory, you"re so soft.”
    She couldn"t resist arching and rubbing against him. “And you"re so hard. But we better slow down.”
    “But why?” His hand was dark against the white skin of her upper breast when he
    brushed the jacket aside to push the neck of her top down. “You are so beautiful.”
    She slapped at his hand. “Because it"s broad daylight! Geez.” She managed to choke back that she didn"t want him to see her naked body in daylight. He was a big man, but he didn"t have an ounce of fat on him. She was a big woman, and she was nothing but fat.
    “Besides, I"m starving. And I could use a shower and a nap.”
    “Then, tonight?” he whispered. “When it"s dark, may I love you?”
    Feeling deliciously wicked, she gave him a brazen smile. “Oh, yeah. I"m looking forward to that.”
    He looked like he"d just won the lottery. After one last kiss he stepped back. Good thing, too, because the kid was back, all big curious eyes and long black braids. Shadow took the bowl of stew and shooed the kid off. He settled her on the furs with the stew and sat down in front of her. They hadn"t talked much on the ride; he had spent most of it looking at her as they rode. She had told him a little of her job and her hopes for the interview. He had had a slight frown between his brows when he listened to that, and told her a little more of his childhood and his Clan. This Clan seemed weird. Kind of similar to a historical reenactment group like the Civil War reenactment people who re-fought Gettysburg with blanks. Only it wasn"t just a few weeks in the summer; it was all year long. He had spoken about it, but she hadn"t really understood until she got here. As she spooned warm stew into her mouth she looked around his tent. Spartan didn"t begin to describe it. Glory hated camping even more than she hated clothes shopping. Good thing she wouldn"t be here long.
    Wolf"s Shadow took her left hand as she was eating. “You have beautiful hands,” he murmured, bringing it to his lips to kiss each fingertip. “Strong, but gentle.”
    “Callused and dry,” she said ruefully. “I need to put some lotion on.”
    He turned her hand over to run his fingertips over her palm. “You"ve worked hard.”
    “Carrying buckets and cleaning aquariums,” she breathed. His touch was driving tiny shivers through her blood. Heat settled thick in her