CHAPTER EIGHT
DINI WATCHED GODRIC move through the dappled light of the thick woods. A big man, he had an innate grace when hunting that would match any of the natural Americans she’d known growing up on the reservation. His boots made very little sound on the rocky forest floor and his deep-set gray eyes pierced the shadows with an intensity that she could tell had been nurtured over many years training as a physician and a man.
She sighed, remembering how he’d felt in her arms. She suddenly couldn’t wait to get herself wrapped around him again.
Next time she wasn’t gonna let him get away.
He stopped suddenly, c*****g his head.
She’d heard it too.
A soft footfall. More of a scrape against the earth than anything else. It sounded like someone had jumped down from a tree or large rock
