Adelaide couldn't have known Chief Long Knife was such a passionate man. He'd been wild and fierce then so slow and tender until she had done all she could not beg him never to stop when at last he rolled back onto the furs, sweat glistening in the moonlight.

Unable to communicate, he seemed to read her mind, entwining his fingers in her hair before drawing her face down until their mouths merged in a waltz that caused the past to be forgotten - at least for ...