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“You didn’t have to kiss me at the blasted table!” he erupted
“What good would it do to kiss you in private?” she asked reasonably. “That would defeat the whole purpose of letting the boys know my interest lies elsewhere.”
“With that piddly peck on the mouth?” he said, then smirked.
“What was wrong with my kiss?” she demanded, offended.
He swooped down and hoisted her to her feet. Then he bent her over backward and gave her a kiss that was half frustration, half hungry need, half revenge…well, whatever. He couldn’t calculate fractions when his brain shut down the instant he tasted her deeply, felt her supple body pressed intimately against his masculine contours. His heart slammed against his tender ribs when she responded rather than shoving him away—which is what she should’ve done if the damn woman had a lick of sense!
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Call of the White Wolf
Carol Finch
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CAROL FINCH
Call of the White Wolf #592
Other works include:
Harlequin Duets
Fit To Be Tied #36
A Regular Joe #45
Mr. Predictable #62
Silhouette Special Edition
Not Just Another Cowboy #1242
Soul Mates #1320
This book is dedicated to my husband, Ed, and our children—Christie, Jill, Kurt, Jeff and Jon—with much love. And to our grandchildren—Blake, Kennedy and Brooklynn. Hugs and kisses!
Contents
Chapter One
Arizona Territory, 1878
John Wolfe had been dreading this day for two years. No matter how many ways he turned it around in his mind, feelings of guilt and betrayal twisted in his gut like a shot of bad whiskey. He tried to ignore those tormenting emotions while he lay sprawled on a slab of rock, slithering forward like a snake so he could peer over the ledge. But the moment he saw his adopted Apache brother kneeling below him, sipping water from the trickling spring, another wave of guilt and betrayal buffeted him.
When a man was forced to turn against one of his own it made him feel like the worst kind of traitor.
Silently, John unholstered his Colt, then took Raven’s measure down the sight. Dead or alive, John’s commander had told him. Made no nevermind to Jacob Shore. But it mattered to John Wolfe. It mattered a helluva lot. When a man had a foot planted in each of two contrasting civilizations, walking that fine line and trying to pretend indifference was pure hell.
John had taught himself not to feel, not to react and not to care that he was as white as he was Apache. Yet seeing Raven in the valley below was like tearing open a wound that had never really healed, no matter how much he tried to pretend it had.
Well, he was here to do a job, distasteful though it was, and he’d better get at it.
“Don’t move,” John commanded in the Apache dialect.
Raven