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held and cuddled, but she was just having a silly feminine moment; she’d get over it soon enough. “I’m just down in the dumps. I get that way sometimes. It willgo away. I’ll be glad to get on the move again, get a new assignment somewhere else, life goes on, yada yada. I never cry, you know. I’m just getting all weirded out for some reason. Everything is off kilter here. Wrong, you know? I don’t feel like myself. I mean, I think my work is really good or Jonesy says so—she’s working on it in New York. But there’s something else here, and it scares me.”
    “Ah. Maybe a change is good.” His arm came around her, and Danya drew her close. She quivered again, the sensation that she was feminine and needed a man’s strength was ridiculous, but still there. She moved into the sensation, testing it. She was definitely a great deal smaller than Danya, and probably less strong—but then she was very agile. So being smaller had advantages, too. She could probably be all over him in a minute—
    “That’s why you came here from Wyoming, isn’t it? For the change?”
    “It’s been good for me.”
    Sidney looked up at Danya and studied him. She rarely touched anyone, unless it was to arrange them for a shoot, but just now—she found her fingertip moving over his face, taking in the sensations, the heat, the texture of his skin. He was new and yet familiar; he caused her to relax and to ache to have him. The contrast of all her emotions concerning him terrified her. “I’m scared, Danya. Really scared,” she whispered.
    “Of course. So am I.” His kiss was light and friendly and with enough impact to stun her.
    Sidney tried to catch her breath and suddenly she felt herself being lifted to sit on Danya’s lap. “What’s this? I’m not a kid and I’m not some overaged baby doll—”
    “Shut up and stop squirming,” he said pleasantly. “Has no one ever held you before? Like this? A man?”
    “No one,” she whispered back as she noted how Danya’s hair felt in her fingers, the waves and the crisp texture.
    “You can relax a little—against me.”
    It was a companionable thing to do, easing against Danya’s hard body, testing the fit, the heat churning silently around them. “I don’t know why I’m shaking,” Sidney whispered.
    “Neither do I.”
    “Shouldn’t we be doing something? I mean we can’t just sit here.”
    “Why not?”
    “It’s wasting time….” She wanted to stake him out and have him. But the poor guy was coping with enough problems. Sidney pushed away from Danya, stood, and rubbed her hands together. “So what’s to eat? Shall we go out somewhere, pick up something?”
    Danya’s big hands settled on her hips and he drew her to stand between his knees. “Why are you so nervous, Sid?”
    She couldn’t say, Gee, I’m having a sexual moment, Danya, and I want to nail you.
    Instead she said, “So you’re going to be my date tomorrow night, right? Boy, I don’t want to do the party thing. I usually just take off somewhere until the agony is over.”
    “Ah, that reminds me. Ellie said to get your measurements. She’s already started on a dress—she’s good at fittings and gauging from sight—but she wants you to stop by tomorrow afternoon for final adjustments. She sews for everyone and made me a shirt—she’s made all the men in my family a shirt. Their women have embroidered them with old world designs—from some that my mother did for us as boys. Mine is as yet plain.” He drew out a tape measure from his shirt pocket. “May I?”
    Her body started doing that quaking thing—on the outside and the inside. “Sure,” she managed. “Ellie can put a dress together just like that?”
    “Mmm.” Danya had slid the tape measure around Sidney’s bust. He looked up at her. “Stand still. Stop fidgeting. Am I bothering you?”
    His hands were resting over her breasts, bringing the ends of the tape measure together. In the moonlight, he leaned close to read