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He kissed her tenderly and started to move inside her. Filling her, stretching her, coaxing her once again toward oblivion. With a restraint she'd never experienced, he played her body with his, making them both hum and purr and finally sing in a hot, rhythmic lovers' duet that made all other music pale by comparison. When she crescendoed, he followed quickly.

Afterward, they lay panting, limbs tangled, warm contentment stealing over her like a blanket of stars.

And she slept.

* * *

The next morning Rini awoke to find herself wrapped in the arms of her lover. What on earth had gotten into David? He
never—

She froze, suddenly recalling the night before, and the man she was with. And it
wasn't
David! Mortification rolled through her at what she'd done.

Slowly, carefully, she tried to extricate herself from the warrior's embrace.

"At last you're awake," he whispered, and before she could even respond, he slipped between her legs and thrust into her. She sucked in a breath, daring a look at his face, darkly silhouetted against the sunlit canvas of the tepee.

He smiled. A tender, male smile. "'Mornin', baby."

"Good morning," she managed to answer, her face aflame.

He began to move inside her. An involuntary shiver rippled through her whole body at the delicious sensation. Secretly thrilled that he should still want to make love to her—what did this make, three? Four times?—she once again gave herself up to the untold pleasures of her warrior's touch.

He was wonderful. Generous and strong, and all male. As the sun rose higher in the sky and the birds chirped a joyful melody, he loved her long and slow, bringing them both to a shuddering climax almost an hour later.

"Oh, baby." He rolled on his back and pulled her to his side, guiding her head to his shoulder. "I could definitely get used to this."

Rini hummed in boneless assent. "But surely it's not like this every time?" It just wasn't possible!

He chuckled. "No? How would it be, then?"

"I don't know." She shrugged and lowered her eyes, thinking of how it had been with David. "Faster? Not as good?"

His mirth faded and he looked down at her with a frown. "Honey, whoever he was, you're well rid of him."

She couldn't resist a smile of agreement. This man, on the other hand, would treat her right. Her smile faltered. But then, who said he even wanted to see her again?

Not to mention, what did
she
want?

True, she had never felt such warmth and contentment as she had in the short time she had spent in this man's arms. But no way was she ready for another relationship so soon.

What if she got hurt again? What if this remarkable warrior changed, too, and in the end turned out to be just as faithless and cold as her ex-fiancé? What if he started to undermine her fragile new self-esteem and brought back the doubts and inadequacies that David had drilled into her for two long years—and her mother for years before that? Could she risk losing herself again after fighting so hard to find herself?

Her lover leaned over her and ran his thumb along her bottom lip. "Baby? You still here?"

She smiled up at him, and he kissed her, gently, lovingly.

Oh, yes.
She'd risk it. For this man, she'd risk it all.

Suddenly, a hand slapped a tattoo on the door flap. "Hey, bro! You in there? Time to dance, man. Wake up!"

* * *

"I really hate leaving you like this." Cole's hand hesitated on the door laces as he was about to leave for the dance circle. There was still too much to find out about her.

Fire Eyes stood and slipped her arms around him. "I'll be okay. Go on, you'll be late." She licked a finger and rubbed a spot on his face. "Your paint is smudged."

Not surprising. He'd had to get ready at the speed of light. He just hoped his regalia didn't fall of in mid-hoop because he'd missed a tie.

He gathered her up and held her tight, then kissed her, not wanting to let go. "You will come to the dance circle, won't you?"

"Try and keep me away."

"Promise?"

She kissed him back. "I promise."

He shook aside the uneasy feeling that had descended on him—the feeling that she would abandon him and he'd never see her again. The usual scenario with him and women.

He clenched his jaw. Issues, much?

He reached for the end of his tie, realized he wasn't wearing one, and dropped his hand again.

Hell, he was just being irrational and paranoid. When he got that uneasy feeling as he worked on a case, it was based on empirical evidence. Facts that didn't add up. Body language that was all wrong. But Fire Eyes was saying and doing all the right things, in the right way.

Paranoid. Irrational.

Thanks, Mother
.

"Lace up the door after I'm gone, okay?" He gave Fire Eyes a final kiss, stooped to unfasten it, and ducked outside.

"Finally woke from the dead, eh?" His half-brother, Billy, punched him in the arm as he straightened.

Cole took a last look at Fire Eyes and put his finger to his lips. "Yeah, bro. In more ways than one."

* * *

Half an hour later, Rini peeked around the tepee door and slipped out. She adjusted her shoulder bag and walked dreamily through the wildflower meadow toward the dance circle.

Rini's sister, Alexa, was not going to believe this. How could she? Rini didn't believe it herself. After all, who would be foolish enough to believe it was possible to fall in love in the space of a single night in a tepee? With a man whose name she didn't know, whose face she couldn't fully see?

And yet, she was so happy she practically walked on air.

She had to be out of her freaking mind.

She approached the circle just as his hoop dance was ending. She slid between the spectators and stood there, drinking in the sight of him, her own handsome warrior.

But then, as she watched, the whole world dropped out from under her feet. Tears sprang to her eyes and her heart crushed.

Oh, God. Not again.

Chapter Three

December, six months later

Heaving out a trembling sigh, Rini punched the elevator button for the fifth floor of the Pasadena building where the adoption attorney's office was located. The realization of what she was going to talk to him about suddenly hit her. Hard.

Turning, she looked at her swollen abdomen, reflected back at her in triplicate from the mirrored walls, and she sighed again. When she'd left her ex-fiancé nearly a year ago, she'd been so sure what she wanted from her life—to go back to school and finish her degree in nursing, work a few years here in L.A., then find a nice, small clinic or hospital somewhere in the country, buy a dog and a truck. Maybe a man. Settle down.

Her wry smile held no trace of humor. She'd been so determined to take control of her life, make her own choices. So happy she finally could.

She moved awkwardly to the back of the empty elevator. Things were not working out at all as she'd planned.

Months ago, she'd had to accept that the warrior from the powwow wasn't going to ride up on a paint horse, marry her, and sweep her away to live in his magical tepee. She swallowed tightly. Not that she would actually want him to, of course. God forbid. He was one mistake she'd just as soon forget.

She glanced at the mirror again.
Fat chance of that
...

Her vision clouded to a watery blur as she thought of that long-ago night. Then, stubbornly, she pressed her lips together, furious with herself for succumbing once again to pointless sentimentality. Lord, you'd think she would have learned her lesson by now. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The man was a natural born skirt-chaser, no better than David. The one right choice she'd made at that powwow was to run like hell and leave him far behind. Before his awesome body and sensual touch could mesmerize her into doing something she would have regretted for the rest of her life.

Something
else
.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment to compose herself, then brought her thoughts back to her present predicament.

She would
not
give her baby up for adoption. There was no way. "There are other choices," she murmured into the dull silence of the elevator. "There must be."

She gazed at her own pathetic reflection, her eyes smarting from lack of sleep and too much crying. She'd never considered terminating her pregnancy. That hadn't even been an option. But how could she afford to keep her baby? "I can't even afford to keep myself," she lamented softly.

Out of sympathy for her plight, her sister, Alexa, and her brother-in-law, Brad, were letting her stay temporarily in the apartment over their garage. But that couldn't last forever. They needed the income from the rental, and she couldn't afford to pay. Not without a job. And unless she finished her nursing degree, she couldn't land a job that paid well enough to cover both rent and day care. But how could she finish her degree with a newborn baby?

It was Alexa who had suggested adoption. Alexa and her husband had been trying to adopt a baby for several years. They had their son, Kenny, by Brad's first marriage, but they both wanted a bigger family. Rini knew her sister secretly hoped Rini would allow her to adopt her baby.

It was true Alexa and Brad could give her baby everything she couldn't—a stable, secure home, the best education, every opportunity for a happy, carefree life. And they wanted her child with an intensity only those who have gone through the heartache of not conceiving were capable of. It just wasn't right—Alexa trying in vain to get pregnant for so long, and Rini succeeding after one solitary, foolish indiscretion. It was all so maddening. So terribly unfair.

Rini knew it was the ultimate act of selfishness to keep this child. All she had to offer her baby was love, and a lifetime of struggle. But how could she ever give up her own flesh and blood? She couldn't. Not a chance in the world.

Although she knew in her heart she would never give up her baby, she had reluctantly agreed to talk to someone, just to gather information. Alexa had helped her look through the yellow pages to find an attorney. There had been pages and pages of them, but only one had listed Native American adoptions as a specialty. With a twisted sense of irony, Rini had chosen that one.

Steeling herself, she now made the long walk down the hall, took a steadying breath, and opened the door to the lawyer's office.

* * *

Colton Lonetree strode into Linder, Adams, and Henderson, bypassed the receptionist and made a beeline for the administrative assistant at the back of the sprawling reception area. "Hi, Janey. Have a good Thanksgiving?"

Janey looked up and a flirtatious smile dashed across her face. "Cole! You bet. Stuffed myself silly. But you're early. Henderson's not done with his two o'clock yet."

Cole leaned against her mahogany desk and cocked his head. "I guess you'll just have to entertain me."

She giggled. "Want some coffee?"

"Sure." He rested a hip on the desk and looked around, noticing that he was being observed by the girl at the tall, semicircular reception desk up front. "Hi, Pam."

"Hi." The girl paused, then said, "You going to keep your hair like that?"

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. He'd gotten a lot of comments when he'd come back after his summer "retreat" with a short, businesslike haircut instead of his trademark renegade ponytail. But most people had quickly adjusted to his new no-nonsense lawyer image, and forgotten he'd ever had long hair.

"Yeah," he answered Pam. "For a while, at least."

"Why'd you cut it?"

He shrugged, grasped the end of his tie, and smoothed his thumb over it. Why, indeed? "Needed a change."

He caught his reflection in the window overlooking the busy street below and grimaced, dropping the tie. Cutting his hair had just been the tip of the iceberg. He'd been a changed man ever since the episode with that woman at the powwow.

He clamped his jaw tightly, fighting the anger and frustration that gripped him whenever he thought of her.

Fire Eyes.

Silently, he cursed the unbidden images that flooded his mind. Memories of her pretty smile, her soft, pale skin, and those lovely eyes gazing up at him with such adoration. Her silky body tucked under his, hot and responsive. A body any man would worship.

And he had.

Oh, yeah. He'd fallen hard, all right. Been caught in the trap he'd been running fast to avoid all his life—the fatal lure of love, and the hope that somewhere there must be a woman he could trust with his heart.

Wrong.

He watched the young woman at the desk re-cross her legs and pick up the phone that was ringing in front of her. Before she hit the flashing button, she shot him a look. "I liked your hair better long."

He felt his mouth curl in a humorless smile. "Yeah, me, too," he muttered.