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traps, and scouted along creeks and tributaries of the Madison for beaver habitat that would make good trapping sites for later this fall. When his father returned from St. Louis in a few months, they could start setting traps for winter beavers. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate on his task, his thoughts kept drifting to the woman he had left behind at his cabin.
He had gone inside quietly at dawn with some food and coffee, and stared longingly at her sleeping form on his bed. He remembered all too well the previous night, how her soft woman’s body had molded itself to his side. Would she be as welcoming now if he slipped into bed next to her? Aroused and frustrated, Daniel had left the cabin quickly.
The most bothersome thing was that, regardless of her lies and fair skin, he wanted her. Had some French trapper found her, she would have most likely been violated many times over by now. Daniel cursed out loud at the thought. No one would lay a hand on her while she lived in his cabin. The only problem was that he didn’t know how long he would be able to keep his own hands off her.
He loped easily up the rise that led to the small valley, and his cabin came into view. Smoke rose from the chimney, and the door stood wide open. From inside, a woman’s voice was . . . singing. He’d never heard this kind of singing before.
“She is mad,” Daniel sneered, and shook his head. Who in their right mind made this much noise? She’s going to attract the entire Blackfoot nation.
Chapter 5
Daniel stood in the doorframe of his cabin. His eyes narrowed as he watched Aimee lean into the hearth and stir the contents of the iron kettle. Whatever she had cooking in that pot made his mouth water anew. The air outside and within the cabin was infused with delicious smells. Something inexplicable stirred within him as he stood there, silently observing her. His insides warmed. He’d never experienced coming home from a day in the woods to a prepared meal, much less a feminine presence.
Aimee removed the spoon from the pot. In a dramatic voice she announced, “Well, dinner’s ready!” She turned, and let out a startled shriek. Her hand that held the long wooden spoon shot up in front of her in an apparent act of self-defense. The quick move splattered liquid onto her clothes. Daniel was suddenly glad it was a spoon, not a knife, she clutched in her hand.
“Ohmigod! You almost gave me a heart attack!” She expelled a loud breath of air, and her hand grasped at her chest before she lowered her spoon.
“If I had been a Blackfoot warrior, that” – Daniel gestured at the spoon – “wouldn’t be much of a weapon.” He tried hard to suppress a grin.
“What, you’re actually joking with me? I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“It wasn’t meant in jest,” Daniel said dryly. The hint of a smile left his face. “You make so much noise, I heard you a mile away. Anyone could walk up on you undetected.”
“Oh.” Aimee lowered her eyes. “Well, um . . . I made dinner.” She seemed to stumble over her words. “I wasn’t sure when you’d be back, and I found food supplies in these sacks. I hope it was okay to use some of it.”
“I already smelled your cooking from outside.”
Her downcast eyes, and her subtle shift of weight from one foot to the other showed her sudden insecurity. Her quick action and recovery when she saw him in the doorway impressed him, even if her choice of weapon posed no real threat. He placed the rabbits he brought on the ground outside, propped his rifle next to the door, and removed his powder horn and traveling pouch.
Aimee turned, and reached for some wooden bowls and spoons from the shelf. “Are you gone all day a lot?” she asked.
“Most days,” he answered absently. He still stood in the doorway. His eyes devoured her, and his gaze roamed over her backside. He contemplated her odd clothing. His pulse quickened at the sight of her form fitting shirt and
He had gone inside quietly at dawn with some food and coffee, and stared longingly at her sleeping form on his bed. He remembered all too well the previous night, how her soft woman’s body had molded itself to his side. Would she be as welcoming now if he slipped into bed next to her? Aroused and frustrated, Daniel had left the cabin quickly.
The most bothersome thing was that, regardless of her lies and fair skin, he wanted her. Had some French trapper found her, she would have most likely been violated many times over by now. Daniel cursed out loud at the thought. No one would lay a hand on her while she lived in his cabin. The only problem was that he didn’t know how long he would be able to keep his own hands off her.
He loped easily up the rise that led to the small valley, and his cabin came into view. Smoke rose from the chimney, and the door stood wide open. From inside, a woman’s voice was . . . singing. He’d never heard this kind of singing before.
“She is mad,” Daniel sneered, and shook his head. Who in their right mind made this much noise? She’s going to attract the entire Blackfoot nation.
Chapter 5
Daniel stood in the doorframe of his cabin. His eyes narrowed as he watched Aimee lean into the hearth and stir the contents of the iron kettle. Whatever she had cooking in that pot made his mouth water anew. The air outside and within the cabin was infused with delicious smells. Something inexplicable stirred within him as he stood there, silently observing her. His insides warmed. He’d never experienced coming home from a day in the woods to a prepared meal, much less a feminine presence.
Aimee removed the spoon from the pot. In a dramatic voice she announced, “Well, dinner’s ready!” She turned, and let out a startled shriek. Her hand that held the long wooden spoon shot up in front of her in an apparent act of self-defense. The quick move splattered liquid onto her clothes. Daniel was suddenly glad it was a spoon, not a knife, she clutched in her hand.
“Ohmigod! You almost gave me a heart attack!” She expelled a loud breath of air, and her hand grasped at her chest before she lowered her spoon.
“If I had been a Blackfoot warrior, that” – Daniel gestured at the spoon – “wouldn’t be much of a weapon.” He tried hard to suppress a grin.
“What, you’re actually joking with me? I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“It wasn’t meant in jest,” Daniel said dryly. The hint of a smile left his face. “You make so much noise, I heard you a mile away. Anyone could walk up on you undetected.”
“Oh.” Aimee lowered her eyes. “Well, um . . . I made dinner.” She seemed to stumble over her words. “I wasn’t sure when you’d be back, and I found food supplies in these sacks. I hope it was okay to use some of it.”
“I already smelled your cooking from outside.”
Her downcast eyes, and her subtle shift of weight from one foot to the other showed her sudden insecurity. Her quick action and recovery when she saw him in the doorway impressed him, even if her choice of weapon posed no real threat. He placed the rabbits he brought on the ground outside, propped his rifle next to the door, and removed his powder horn and traveling pouch.
Aimee turned, and reached for some wooden bowls and spoons from the shelf. “Are you gone all day a lot?” she asked.
“Most days,” he answered absently. He still stood in the doorway. His eyes devoured her, and his gaze roamed over her backside. He contemplated her odd clothing. His pulse quickened at the sight of her form fitting shirt and
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