The air felt sleek and cool on Eve’s damp skin… 10 THE air felt sleek and cool on Eve’s damp skin as she finished her bath. She shivered, but not from chill. Like the half-wild, wary mustangs, Eve sensed she was no longer alone. She shook out her flour-sack dress and hurriedly pulled it on over her head. “Finished?” Reno’s voice came from only a few feet away. Eve spun toward him, her eyes wide. He was standing within reach. Clean clothes were bunched in one hand. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m finished.” “Then you won’t mind if I use the basin.” “Oh…” Eve took a shaky breath and told herself she wasn’t disappointed that Reno had followed her merely because he, too, wished to refresh himself after the long ride. Quickly she held out the basin. “Here,” she said. “May I use your cloth, too?” The husky darkness of Reno’s voice heightened Eve’s awareness of him until it was almost painful. Her skin tingled as though it had been stroked. “Yes, of course,”
