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his response to her touch on his nipples. He felt them harden.
    Finally she spoke words he hadn’t expected to hear. “I’m sorry for my reaction earlier to your words. I’m afraid you may have hit the nail on the head, and it scared me that you had come to the same conclusion I had this morning.”
    “What the hell are you talking about, baby?” He lifted her head from his chest and gazed into her eyes.
    “I think I’m the one causing the storm…”

 

Chapter Six
    Zephyr narrowed his gaze at her and grasped her face with both hands. “That’s silly. Of course you aren’t making it snow.” He shook his head.
    Adonia wondered who he was trying to convince, himself or her. “Is it silly?” She lifted off his lap, his shaft popping out of her and leaving her bereft of the warmth and security she felt when he was inside her. She reached down and grabbed her sweatshirt off the floor. As soon as she tugged it over her head, she returned her gaze to Zephyr.
    He hadn’t moved to cover himself, and his quizzical expression told her he wasn’t even aware of his nudity. “What makes you think that?”
    Where should she begin? She backed up until she could sit in her own chair again and curled up on the cushion. She needed distance from his touch in order to think clearly.
    “You got me thinking when you arrived here and declared that my father could control the weather. I woke up in the middle of the night bombarded with thoughts, my mind racing. I listened to the storm and concentrated on the subtle nuances of its rhythm. It had slowed dramatically while I slept and picked up the tempo when I grew stressed.
    “It reacts to my emotions.” She glanced up at his weary expression. “I know it sounds crazy, but just hear me out. I actually decided to try to control it, with my feelings. And it worked. When I relaxed my body entirely and concentrated on calming the storm, it slowed, the wind died down and the whistling ceased. When I switched my focus to frustrating thoughts and tensed my body, the storm picked up.”
    Zephyr wasn’t buying into her idea. He shook his head. “Are you sure it wasn’t just a coincidence? I mean, you said yourself this thing…” he waved his hand back and forth between them, “…wasn’t something you would have chosen. So, why would you trap us in here?” He raised both eyebrows, super proud of himself.
    “I’m not sure yet, but I’m telling you there’s a connection. There’s more.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, willing herself to share her childhood secrets. “I have memories of controlling the weather in the past. I’ve done it my entire life. I just didn’t realize it at the time. I thought it was a coincidence. I never put much merit into the idea I had some effect on the environment.
    “I instinctively knew my mother wouldn’t have been receptive to the idea, so I never told a soul.” Adonia stared at Zephyr, and bless his heart, he didn’t mock her in any way.
    “Go on.” He leaned forward on his knees, still naked. Staring at his body was distracting, so she tried to keep her eyes above the waist.
    “Do you suppose I may have inherited this ability from my father?”
    “It’s possible. Though I haven’t met anyone who could compete with Jack’s abilities. You are his daughter, however.” He smiled. He wasn’t repulsed by the concept.
    “My mother spoke very little of him. I had no idea what he was capable of or how powerful he was.”
    “He’s a powerful man, but it’s also likely your mom didn’t know the extent of it. Especially if she was only with him one night.”
    Hmmm. That seemed feasible. Adonia fiddled with the elastic hem of her sweatshirt, tugging it over her knees.
    “Do you remember specific incidences from when you were young?”
    “A few.” She lifted her gaze to the one small window in the cabin, now completely covered with snow. “Most of my experiences were the result of something my mother would say. For