He froze. His damn traitorous heart began to pound in glee.
Hawk eased slowly away from the bed, trying not to think of those three words that might just be the death of him. She can’t lie.
He turned away, deciding to busy himself with cleaning up the mess.
By the time Jacqueline awoke to the first of the early evening rainfall, Hawk had managed to gather all of the jewelry. He’d laid it out on every available surface, where it glittered on every table and dresser and chair, festooning his home like ornaments on a Christmas tree. Making, trading, and collecting shiny trinkets had been a favorite pastime of the tribe for centuries, and though he’d never had an interest in amassing his own treasure trove, he was now in possession of a substantial collection. He didn’t know exactly what to
