He wanted to snap at the relief that lightened her eyes. She thought him capable of leaving her on the mountain path to fend for herself in the cold and without a horse. He sank into that bleak place he normally lived, trying to douse the heat and the need she roused in him. If only he didn’t crave her damned touch, taste, and scent so much. She was the only one that had ever been able to ignite such a yearning in him. Even the wife he had lost—Emma—had never inspired such turbulent need.
