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feel his gaze on her, and her hand trembled.
Her aquamarine eyes lifted and locked with his. Her heart hammered in her breast. How could he do this to her? With just one smoldering look, he set her blood on fire.
“I see you’re still here.”
Mandy swallowed.
“I thought you were fighting those dreams of yours that told you we would be together?” he gently teased.
Mandy looked down and toyed with the soft silk ribbon bookmark on her journal.
He changed the subject. “How long have I been here?”
She could have kissed him. “Five days.”
Hawk started. “What?”
“You had a raging fever.” She looked away. “But it was the nightmares you were locked into that scared us the most.” She swallowed hard at the anger she saw in his eyes. “Hawk, it looked as though you battled yourself to live.”
“I remember telling you to leave.”
“And I told you. When you were well enough, you could toss . . . .” She went red. “Well, never mind.”
“So you want to find out what’s between us.” It wasn’t a question.
“Wh-at?”
With some effort, Hawk sat up.
“Don’t, you’ll tear your stitches.” Mandy dumped her journal in her haste to stop him. He grabbed her hand and yanked. Too late, she realized she had fallen into his trap.
Hawk pinned her with one hand and ran the other freely up her back. “Are you sure you want to stick around?” His hand stopped to cup her bottom before moving to settle on the small of her back. With only a grunt on his part, he pulled her fully on top of him and, blankets and all, wrapped his legs around her skirts. “Is this what you want, Mandy love?”
She gasped, and he cocked an eyebrow at her. His gaze dropped, meaningfully, to her mouth. Mandy stared at him. She wasn’t fooled. Despite his levity, something still covered him in darkness. What had happened to him to make the dark shadows that shrouded him?
Unbidden, the dreams returned.
Hawk stood at a creek, a small boy at his side. She went to him as if she belonged.
He is your destiny, child.
But how can this be, Grandmothers? He is so angry. He’s nearly lost.
Trust, my child; you will walk the journey together.
A sound, which was part growl and part groan, erupted from his throat. Mandy’s hands shot through his hair, and she laid her cheek next to his. When she leaned back to look into his eyes, the heat she saw there jolted her backwards—but he held her fast. Mandy’s thoughts spiraled into a thousand pieces. Heat ripped through her.
Suddenly, he shoved her off the bed, sending her stumbling. Her hand shot to her mouth in shock, a sob caught in her throat. She shook her head, only then realizing her hair lay in wild waves about her.
***
He stared at her mutely, trying to regain control of his violently beating heart—to bring his breathing under control. She was beautiful, standing there with her hair spilled around her like spun silk.
No woman had ever sent him out of control. He had always been the master. Now, looking at her, he sensed the same raging feelings he’d sensed before, while watching her with his hated enemy’s arm around her waist. Rage tore through his gut, leaving him weak. It’s too late, damn you , he raged inside, staring, unseeing, towards the north. It’s too late for him. Too late for her.
Too late for them.
Right then, he wanted to kill McKinney more for touching her than killing the woman and child. He wanted her. And that made him angry. It made him crazy. Destiny be hanged. Having touched her, he knew the wanting, the need, would never go away. He’d sensed the danger. And just like the first time he’d kissed her, he knew he wanted her. He wanted everything a future with her represented.
“I’ve never behaved this way before,” she whispered.
“I know.” His liquid, golden gaze penetrated hers. “But if you stay, you’ll do it again. Do you understand, Mandy?” His voice shook with emotion. “If you stay, this will only be the
Her aquamarine eyes lifted and locked with his. Her heart hammered in her breast. How could he do this to her? With just one smoldering look, he set her blood on fire.
“I see you’re still here.”
Mandy swallowed.
“I thought you were fighting those dreams of yours that told you we would be together?” he gently teased.
Mandy looked down and toyed with the soft silk ribbon bookmark on her journal.
He changed the subject. “How long have I been here?”
She could have kissed him. “Five days.”
Hawk started. “What?”
“You had a raging fever.” She looked away. “But it was the nightmares you were locked into that scared us the most.” She swallowed hard at the anger she saw in his eyes. “Hawk, it looked as though you battled yourself to live.”
“I remember telling you to leave.”
“And I told you. When you were well enough, you could toss . . . .” She went red. “Well, never mind.”
“So you want to find out what’s between us.” It wasn’t a question.
“Wh-at?”
With some effort, Hawk sat up.
“Don’t, you’ll tear your stitches.” Mandy dumped her journal in her haste to stop him. He grabbed her hand and yanked. Too late, she realized she had fallen into his trap.
Hawk pinned her with one hand and ran the other freely up her back. “Are you sure you want to stick around?” His hand stopped to cup her bottom before moving to settle on the small of her back. With only a grunt on his part, he pulled her fully on top of him and, blankets and all, wrapped his legs around her skirts. “Is this what you want, Mandy love?”
She gasped, and he cocked an eyebrow at her. His gaze dropped, meaningfully, to her mouth. Mandy stared at him. She wasn’t fooled. Despite his levity, something still covered him in darkness. What had happened to him to make the dark shadows that shrouded him?
Unbidden, the dreams returned.
Hawk stood at a creek, a small boy at his side. She went to him as if she belonged.
He is your destiny, child.
But how can this be, Grandmothers? He is so angry. He’s nearly lost.
Trust, my child; you will walk the journey together.
A sound, which was part growl and part groan, erupted from his throat. Mandy’s hands shot through his hair, and she laid her cheek next to his. When she leaned back to look into his eyes, the heat she saw there jolted her backwards—but he held her fast. Mandy’s thoughts spiraled into a thousand pieces. Heat ripped through her.
Suddenly, he shoved her off the bed, sending her stumbling. Her hand shot to her mouth in shock, a sob caught in her throat. She shook her head, only then realizing her hair lay in wild waves about her.
***
He stared at her mutely, trying to regain control of his violently beating heart—to bring his breathing under control. She was beautiful, standing there with her hair spilled around her like spun silk.
No woman had ever sent him out of control. He had always been the master. Now, looking at her, he sensed the same raging feelings he’d sensed before, while watching her with his hated enemy’s arm around her waist. Rage tore through his gut, leaving him weak. It’s too late, damn you , he raged inside, staring, unseeing, towards the north. It’s too late for him. Too late for her.
Too late for them.
Right then, he wanted to kill McKinney more for touching her than killing the woman and child. He wanted her. And that made him angry. It made him crazy. Destiny be hanged. Having touched her, he knew the wanting, the need, would never go away. He’d sensed the danger. And just like the first time he’d kissed her, he knew he wanted her. He wanted everything a future with her represented.
“I’ve never behaved this way before,” she whispered.
“I know.” His liquid, golden gaze penetrated hers. “But if you stay, you’ll do it again. Do you understand, Mandy?” His voice shook with emotion. “If you stay, this will only be the
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