Satisfied that there was no danger at the
moment, Lucas turned back to the fire. The girl hadn’t moved. She’d eaten the meat,
and listlessly rotated the skewer between her fingers. Lucas nudged her arm.
“Bring your blanket,” he said, and motioned to
the other side of the fire. She stared up at him with wide eyes.
“What for?” she challenged. She didn’t budge.
Drawing in a deep breath, Lucas reached for her
arm, and easily hauled her to her feet. “Because I’d like to get some sleep.”
“Don’t let me keep you, Walker,” she retorted,
and yanked her arm back. He tightened his grip, and his lips widened in a
smile.
“It might get a tad cold tonight,” he drawled,
and glanced up at the cloudless night sky. “I think it’s best that you and I
stay close.”
Her eyes widened. Her tightly drawn lips
quivered, as if she was about to erupt like some of those hot water pools he’d
seen up along the Yellowstone. No question she would scald him with her words
just as those hot pools would scald a man to death.
“Over my dead body. I’m not sleeping under the
same blanket as you.” She tried to pull away from him. Lucas easily hauled her
up against his chest. A fierce determination settled in her gaze, but he also
detected a hint of fear. He cursed himself for putting that look in her eyes.
Why did she have to be so disagreeable?
Before he did something foolish, like wrap his
arms around her and kiss her, Lucas wrapped the strip of leather around her
wrist instead, then tied it to his own arm.
“What are you doing?” she demanded heatedly, and
yanked to pull her hand free.
“Making sure you don’t run off in the middle of the night.” Lucas pulled
her along behind him.
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