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“Do you wantthe tip of the other breast

“No,” she all but whimpered

“Forget about them, sweetheart It’s just you and me”

Millie nodded, but was already so far gone, she wasn’t sure what she was nodding about His hands were like a piano player’s and she was the ivory keys heso sweet she became lost in the music A lullaby created by and for the to smother her uncontrollable e of the blanket, or her own hand, whatever was near Then, when her time came, the moment his name wildly ru and consu kiss that left her both winded and fulfilled

Seth eased off her, s too loud He’d tried, too, for even though the oodthat would cause her undo eered the delicate feathers of her necklace with this other hand

Guilt was a hell of a thing for a hed him doorse than boulders tied to his ankles could have Yet being with her, now and whenever she was near, Seth found other eet that what he was doing rong For it certainly felt right to love her More right than anything he’d ever done

He never called her Rosemary, nor did he ever ad There was no future in it His plan was to co to ader cared why she was here

Before they got to Washington, he would tell her, and once there, he’d see that his ties to Rose hiic in this plan as any other he’d ever created There had been tiether in the darkness, but he hadn’t, and he wouldn’t An indescribable knot in his sto a lie, and he hadn’t yet figured out how to correct that part

He released the necklace and found her hand, lifted it to kiss the knuckles “Are you sore fro all day?”

“Not anyle and a whisper “You have a way ofa kiss on his chest, she added, “Everything”

He drew air in through his nose, held it She opened up such deep, incredible things inside him, and he had to wonder if that wasn’t a part of it—why he couldn’t say anything Why that knot in his stos to change He could live his entire life letting everyone believe she was his wife, letting her think he didn’t knoho she was And that wasn’t like him He’d never taken the immoral path, even when it was clearly the easier one, and that, too, made the pit of his stomach burn

Furthermore, he still had a job to do, and needed all his faculties in order to convince the govern provided to the Per-Cuhts—every last one of them—were in order

The Indian wasn’t a chief, but he was leading the band right now Eight years ago, when Per-Cuainst the white hout the Indian nation, and other tribes banding together to copy his actions Thankfully, for the army, anyway, a year or so later he realized his actions were fruitless White , so he’d cut off his braids and enlisted in the Indian Scout Detachment In that he’d succeeded, had been one of the best scouts ever, and soon beca in the Kiowa-Con initiated at Fort Sill

Seth remembered the crusade as if it had been yesterday Indians had filled the Wichita Mountains, knew every nook, cranny and tree, and the soldiers, including himself, would have been at their mercy if not for Per-Cum-Ske He’d not only reported where every last brave was located, he’d shown the troops where to ca themselves the best protection for when the battle started

Start it had, with a volley of gunfire like nothing any of the soldiers had expected There had been unfire ceased Per-Cu over the bodies of the fallen to look in their faces