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tugged at his full lips. “Could have hurt your fine self.” His eyes raked over her heaving breasts and her quivering frame.

    “Don’t see nearly enough beautiful women on the mountain. Wouldn’t want to lose one.”

    Still off balance, she relished the sensation of her waist feeling so small and delicate in his grasp. She put her hands on his big chest to steady herself.

    Her jaw dropped open and she pressed her tongue against her lip as she felt the strong, steady beat of his heart. His lower lip trembled and his nostrils flared. His chest rumbled as he spoke again. “We must find something hot to get inside you.”

    Hayley felt a thrill rise as he said it. She hadn’t stopped to have breakfast before she left, and she was feeling a little weak. She knew what he said was true.

    His lip curled, baring his sharp, white teeth. “C’mon. There’s a little place nearby serves good country cooking.” As he guided her to the path, he told her, “I’m Ben,” and he bowed his head a little as he said, “Pleased to make your acquaintance, ma’am.”

    “I’m glad to meet you, Ben. I’m Hayley. Do you spend all of your time up here rescuing damsels in distress?”

    He steered her through the trees and up the path, “Not nearly enough, ma’am,” he smiled down at her, “although I live here on the mountain.”

    The sun was higher now as it dappled through the rustling leaves and branches. The mist had thinned almost to nothing. As Hayley’s Timberlands crunched the forest floor, she said, “I saw a brown bear this morning.”

    Ben’s tongue slipped across his smile. He kept looking forward as his eyebrows raised mockingly, “Oh yeah?”

    “An idiot hunter nearly shot him.”

    “Seems like a good day for narrow escapes, wouldn’t you say?”

    “I just hate that a man would shoot a fantastic beast like that for no reason.”

    Ben’s eyebrows briefly arched. “You and me both, Hayley.”

    As they moved between two bushes toward the edge of the wood, Hayley wanted to take his hand. Too late, they broke out into the full morning light. She felt like she was leaving a magical place and emerging back into dull reality.

    Up ahead and perched on the mountainside was a low wood building. Dick’s Diner , said the sign over the big windows. “Food’s good in there,” Ben said. “You should fuel up if you plan to spend the day on the mountain.”

    Hayley could tell that Ben didn’t plan to join her inside and she felt deflated. He said, “Be careful if you’re out late, Hayley,” and she loved the sound of her name in his strong throat. “Weather’s apt to turn this afternoon.”

    She watched his face. He said, “As you walk, ‘specially if you get up any higher, watch out for little huts, usually in cover of trees. If you get caught in the weather, make for the nearest one and hole up.”

    His smile was warm. She wanted him to stay with her.

    “Won’t you join me inside?”

    “His food’s good, like I said. Dick’s got the right name, though.”

    He took her hand. At the touch of his skin on hers, a powerful pulse pounded through her. She pleaded with him with her eyes as he said, “Take care, Hayley,” and he was gone like a Cheshire cat. Nothing was left but the feeling that the smile in his voice gave her.

    With some reluctance Hayley opened the door of the diner and stepped inside. About half a dozen men sat around the counter, and they all turned to look around at Hayley’s arrival.

    Round, whiskered hulks of men with ruddy cheeks and sly eyes watched her and waited. Hayley heard grunts, but she couldn’t make out what was said. Somebody whispered something and several of them chuckled. It was a low, slow chuckle, and Hayley didn’t think it was very nice.

    There were tables by the window, all of them unoccupied. If she sat at the counter, she would probably have to deal with some of the men’s banter, but if she settled by the window they would probably mumble