Sacred Mission

do you think?" She'd just come in off the mountain, and excitement and adrenaline poured through her system.

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nodded.

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lodge's owner, she waited for him to reach her side, t

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a brow. "

a thumb toward the lodg

and power and strength dwarfed the mountains behind him. But it was the man's clothes, and the way he wore them, that caught her imagination. A dark blue, western, Saturday-night-let's-go-dancing shirt, c

oh,

personal moratorium on men. She'd declared it three years ago when she'd found herself living in an apartment she hated and working a job she didn't like any better, all for the sake of a man. A man she'd discovered was sleeping with her on Mondays

't find our that what the man wanted and send him right back to where he belon

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ssly ignoring the humming of her nerves as his gaze followed her every move. She stopp

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smooth as silk and sexy as hell. She chuckled softly, ruefully. "What can i do for you? Segun said you wanted to talk to me." The teasing lig

rom Adam. So someplace private but close to the crowd would be a wiser choice. She looked around, her eye falling on the clos

in

nt. She didn't turn around to make sure the man didn't get lost in the crowd. She co

. He nodded and went back to pouring drinks. She pushed through a small group of children that congratulated her and clapped them on the

d the door behind him, shutting th

fice being this small, this close. But it certainly seemed to be now. She took another step back, unzipping the front o

ld out his hand. She stared at the big, work-roughened hand with its long, strong fingers and calloused palms. No way was she shaking that hand. She didn't want to know just how

I do for you,

t fooled him. He knew she'd seen his hand and knew why she hadn't shaken it. But that smile quickly disappea