He wasn’t there at noon. He wasn’t there mid-afternoon. He wasn’t there in the evening. He’d said he was going to hunt, so perhaps his efforts had taken him farther than he’d expected. Maybe hunting wasn’t as easy as he made it sound. Maybe he’d hurt himself and was stranded someplace. She stepp...
She closed her eyes, picturing him as he’d just been, seeing his dark, brown hair, dark brows—one that arched a little higher than the other, lips bracketed by creases, hollows in his cheeks, his eyes consuming her.She’d thought he was going to kiss her when he’d leaned forward. Her body still th...