*Norah*
Still trembling with the lingering passion of River's departure, I hear the horse and rider arrive. Has an hour passed already?
During that time, I have re-lived River's bold, demanding kiss a thousand times, contemplating all the things I should have done: stomped on his foot, jerked my knee up and caught him in the groin, pleaded with him not to leave me.
How could I possibly harbor this intense longing for an outlaw, for a man who abducted me in the dead of night? I blame my unfathomable desire on hours of riding within his embrace, feeling the sting of his anger, the warmth of his concern, the hint of his teasing. As preposterous as it is, I wish I had known him before he turned to a life of crime.
"Where's River Crow?" a masculine voice demands.
I hear the man dismount, a
