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then.”
    As Stone slipped off to the near corner of the barn, Mike put on his slicker. “I better find my sister. It takes women a god-awful amount of time to pee, and she’s gonna drown if she doesn’t get back here soon.”
    Snake made a bed for Mel and himself near the rusted monster in the far corner of the barn. It was some sort of farm machinery from the Times Before, but Snake had no idea how it was used and didn’t care. What he cared about was the extra shadow it cast, where Mel would be hidden from the sight of any strangers who stumbled upon them. He wasn’t expecting any strangers in this place, but only a fool didn’t take every precaution when it came to his mate’s safety. He wasn’t a fool.
    His eyes had no trouble seeing clearly in the dark, but Mel walked cautiously on her way to the corner, hands reaching in front of her. “Snake?” she said in quiet inquiry.
    “Here.” Snake sprang up from the blanket he was smoothing to take her arms and guide her to their bed. Her flesh was chilled. Her shirt was soaked through, the tip of her braid below her hat was dripping. “Right over here. You’re cold! We have to get your wet clothes off you.”
    “Yeah, I can’t get warm. The fire is covered, and we’re out of dry wood anyway,” she said through chattering teeth.
    He silently rejoiced when he found no resistance in her to his hands. She stood on one foot and reached to pull off a boot. When he brushed her hands aside to do it for her, she used one hand to balance against him and let him tug her boots off. Just doing little things like this for her was a victory for him. Her fingers fumbled at the buttons on her shirt. After a few agonizing moments, the sodden cotton dropped to the floor. Followed by the long strip of cloth she used to bind her breasts.
    “Damn it,” Mel grunted. She bent down to find it, showing Snake the long line of her bare spine.
    Heat that had nothing to do with the coals of the distant fire ignited in him. Her throat and arms were brown from the sun, but her back was pale. When she straightened, he saw her breasts and belly were pale too, except for the crinkled tips of her breasts, which were pink. Beautifully pink. He was grateful to the darkness for hiding his hardening cock. He doubted Mel would appreciate his body’s reaction to her, and now was not the right time for their wedding night.
    “You’re looking at me!” she accused.
    “Uh-huh,” he admitted. “Give me your shirt.” He took it and draped it over the machine to dry. “Okay, here’s a blanket for you to wrap up in. Can you take off your jeans?”
    “Of course I can take off my jeans. I’ve been doing it since I was three.” The haughtiness in her voice was spoiled by convulsive shivers.
    “Well, hurry up. I want to get you heated up.” He winced as soon as he said it, hearing the unintended innuendo too late. She must have missed it though. “You and me both.”
    She handed him her gun belt first and then her jeans. Finally, he wrapped her completely in the blankets from both their bedrolls. Even through the thick blanket he could see her nipples like round pebbles pressing against the wool. He had to set his back teeth tightly together to control his urge to run his fingers over those peaks. He wanted to feel the weight of her breast in his palm, to taste those nipples.
    He swallowed hard and took her braid in his fist to squeeze water out. When she was as dry as he could make her, he put his hand on her arm to guide her down onto the saddle blankets he had spread for a mattress. “Lie down,” he urged. “It smells of horse, but it’s softer than the floor.”
    She lay on her side, knees pulled up to her chest. “I don’t care what it smells like. This is so stupid! I can’t get warm. There isn’t another blanket, is there?”
    The almost inaudible chattering of her teeth agitated his wolf. “No,” he said regretfully. He lay down beside her and curled his body around her. “If