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that out loud?”
    Wolf"s Shadow"s arm gave her a quick cuddle. A cloud shifted just enough to let the moonlight illuminate them. She could see Shadow"s smile and an identical smile on his dad"s face. Although Wolf"s Shadow was taller and broader than his dad, they looked a lot alike.
    Arthur Muddy Wolf nodded at Glory.
    “My son is a lucky man. But if you have second thoughts you can always stay with the Grandmother.”
    Shadow began towing her away, so she tossed her thanks over her shoulder before
    poking him. “Honestly, that was so embarrassing I could have died on the spot.”
    “My father only wanted to be sure I wasn"t forcing you to be with me tonight. I am not, am I?”
    “No.” Just let her use a toilet and brush her teeth and she would race him back to the blankets.
    When Shadow led her to a canvas shelter and opened one end of it for her, Glory"s mouth fell open. There wasn"t a toilet, just the shelter made of canvas around a hole in the ground, and an ancient phone book with half of its pages torn out lying on the grass. The only reason she could see that was because there was no ceiling, just the starry night sky above.
    She whipped her head around to stare at Shadow.
    “Are you kidding me?” she squealed. “Haven"t you heard of Porta Potties?”
    “No.” He sounded honestly puzzled. “I"ll wait for you over there.” He indicated a tree about twenty feet away, and left her.
    Glory braced herself and entered the shelter. Ugh. Is this how the Indians did it in the old days? Gross. But with her bladder insisting, she did her business as quickly as possible. She gingerly tore out a page of the phone book to wipe herself with. Thank God for the liquid soap outside. She didn"t even want to imagine how gross her hands were after using the phone book page. She wiped her wet hands on her grimy jacket to dry them. And thank God for the toothpaste, because just brushing her teeth with water alone would not have made her mouth feel minty fresh. Feeling more refreshed, she turned to look for Wolf"s Shadow. He came out of the shadows to steer her back to his teepee.
    Glory leaned on him because she didn"t want to trip in the dark. Totally the only reason.
    Yeah. “Why are you living out here like this? I mean, teepees? No running water? Why not live in a town? Your cousin lives in a town, right?”
    Shadow"s voice was a bass rumble in her ear as he held her tight to his side. She loved the way his voice did that rumble, and she especially enjoyed the sexual shiver it gave her.
    “The Clan tries to live like our ancestors did. We don"t have some of the conveniences in our camp that a town has. But we don"t waste and pollute like the townspeople do. The things the earth gives us are precious and should be used wisely.”
    Okay, cool. She was all for recycling and being green. But camping? Not her thing. A hotel room was more her style. With room service, please, and a view of the city skyline. And a wet bar and a private Jacuzzi. But for one night with Wolf„s Shadow the Stud Muffin, she could put up with a tent.
    Shadow"s hand smoothed over her shoulder in a gentle caress, and thoughts of hotel rooms and camping were lost in the scent of all that bare warm skin. Just For You was now her very favorite cologne. She let her hand rub up and down his taut back, reveling in the ridges of muscle.
    “Damn, you"re in great shape,” she told him as he held the tent flap open for her. She stepped in with Shadow following close behind her, and the flap fell closed. Darkness hid the inside of his tent. It was good for hiding her nerves, bad for being able to find the bed.
    “Hey?” she said, reaching for him blindly.
    His hands found her shoulders, and his mouth devoured hers with such fierce hunger that she felt deliciously overwhelmed. And with the first brush of his fingers over her nipple a pulse flared to life between her thighs. Her toothbrush and toothpaste dropped from her hand, lost somewhere in the trampled