She couldn’t stop her thoughts from drifting to Wolf. Feelings aside, she owed him her life, so if spending time with Jonathan helped repay the debt in some way, she’d do it. Visions of the upcoming social intermingled with images of Wolf. She envisioned herself in his arms rather than Jonathan’s. Such a silly notion when the town folks barely tolerated Wolf riding by them in the street. They certainly wouldn’t welcome him to a planned event. Her ‘humph’ sounded in the silence, “And they consider themselves to be the civilized ones,” she mumbled. Despite reality, she drifted off, waltzing amidst the startled stares, held tightly in those strong arms she couldn’t forget no matter how she tried—until bright sunshine pried at her gritty eyes. Had she slept at all? She sat and stretched into a yawn, fighting the urge to slip back beneath the covers and drift once again into Wolf’s embrace. As much as she loved imagining what could’ve happened between her and her handsome half-breed, she compared her dreams to riding a lame horse—going nowhere.
