Chapter Five
Rhetta had never been swept off her feet before. She’d never been carried as a child by either of her parents. None of the wolves out in the valley had ever had the balls to step to her, much less pick her up. Even her dearly departed mate had never so much as lifted her hand to his lips for a kiss.
Theirs had been a relationship based on mutual respect. Passion was a fleeting emotion. Love was a dangerous condition. Rhetta spent her life as far away from both of those wretched states of being as possible.
But when Rory put his hands on her body, she felt a jolt. When his lips captured hers, she felt a shock. When he lifted her off her feet, she felt something spread throughout her body like wildfire racing through the brush.
Her eyes opened as he pulled away. The bright,
