Storm asked as she watched Nat ride off hell for leather. “What did you say to him?” Grady whipped around, unaware that Storm had stepped out the door to investigate. He paused for a moment in silent appreciation before answering. He hadn’t seen Storm in several days, and each time he saw her he was struck anew by her radiant beauty. Storm’s golden hair and fair complexion were a vivid contrast to the dark beauty Summer Sky had possessed. But where Summer Sky had been slim as a boy, Storm could be called voluptuous, with her high-pointed breasts, narrow waist, and gently curved hips. Storm fumed in mute affront while Grady’s eyes made a slow journey over her face and form. Why did he look at her like that? she wondered. He made her uncomfortable, staring at her as if he could gobble her up. Then, unaccountably, her own eyes made a quick tour over his tall, buckskin-clad form. Did he never wear clothes like normal men? The soft, supple deerhide clung to his frame like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.
