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again—he would no longer be forced to share his bathroom, or his kitchen with Vic’s culinary talents.
    But possibly he had a bigger problem on his hands now.
    He spotted Weeko curled up on the pillow. How the raccoon had gotten into the room, he didn’t know. He’d rescued the animal from a steel trap a month back. In the spring the coon would leave. She would be a year old, give or take a few months, and nature would call her back to the wild. He was fine with that. He had never wanted to own anything, or anyone.
    The thought sent his eyes to the sleeping beauty. He walked over to the bed and carefully laid a hand on her shoulder. The minute he touched her, she woke up with a start.
    “Easy,” he said. “Supper’s ready.”
    She rolled onto her back, the bedspread falling away to expose her bare legs. His shirt was hiked and, unaware, she flashed him her narrow hips and a pair of blue bikini panties.
    “What time is it?” she asked groggily.
    “After five.”
    “I slept the day away?”
    “Like a baby.”
    She sat up slowly, moaning and arching her back. The crash had knocked her around good. She had a dark bruise on her chin and one the size of a grapefruit on her thigh.
    “I can bring you a tray.”
    “You don’t have to wait on me. Besides, I’m not hungry.”
    “You have to eat.” He saw her shiver and he bent down and scooped her up into his arms, taking the green bedspread along with her.
    “Wait. I’m not dressed. I can’t go out there like this.”
    “It’s just you and me here. Vic’s gone.”
    “Gone?”
    “He was supposed to leave yesterday morning. But the plan got screwed up.”
    “By me.”
    “It worked out fine.”
    Jacy strolled out of the bedroom and started down the hall as she snuggled close and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her womanly scent filled his nostrils. She was light as a feather. Soft and lush. He told himself not to go there. But it was damn hard not to notice how sweet-smelling she was, or how easily her body could tease his into high gear.
    He carried her through the living room, where a fire raged in the stone fireplace, through a wide archway into the kitchen.
    “Let me know if you’re not warm enough. I’ve got an endless supply of wood.”
    “I like fireplaces. When I—”
    She stopped in midsentence. And as Jacy eased her onto a chair at the table, he said, “You remember where you live?”
    “…no. But the fireplace… I must have lived where there was one. It’s familiar to me.”
    She was explaining too much, and she had averted her eyes. He was sure she had remembered something, but he decided to let it slide for now.
    “That’s a good sign. Maybe you’ll start remembering something real soon. Your folks will be relieved when they get a call.”
    “My folks?”
    “There must be someone out there waiting to hear from you.”
    She didn’t comment. He left her in the chair and limped to the stove. He had put together a beef stew. Nothing fancy, but he knew it would taste good. He didn’t eat anything that was tasteless unless it was a matter of life or death.
    He turned around with the pot of stew, then stopped when he saw her staring at the doorway with her eyes wide. Matwau the wolf dog that had befriended him ten years ago stood sniffing the air.
    The animal stalked into the kitchen in his normal arrogant fashion, his steps light and predatory, his nose catching more than the scent of the stew.
    Jacy hadn’t explained to his houseguest about the animals—though Vic had said Weeko had paid her a visit yesterday scaring the hell out of her. But the coon, as unpredictable as she was, was far less intimidating than Matwau.
    “He’s normally easygoing. Just don’t make any sudden moves and you’ll be fine.”
    “You have an interesting family, Moon. I met your raccoon yesterday. And now a wolf?”
    “He’s only part wolf. I’m not really sure what all he’s got in him. He’s a mixed breed like me.”
    “Like you? Your