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She was intelligent, lively, outrageous and she made him feel good inside. She could have become his world, if he’d allowed her to.

Unexpectedly, Tate reached out and touched her soft cheek with just his fingertips. “I’m Native American,” he said quietly. “You’re not.”

“There is,” she said unsteadily, “such a thing as birth control.”

His face was very solemn and his eyes were narrow and intent on her. “And sex is all you want from me, Cecily?” he asked mockingly. “No kids, ever?”

It was the most serious conversation they’d ever had. She couldn’t look away from his dark eyes. She wanted him. But she wanted children, too, eventually. Her expression told him so.

“No, Cecily,” he continued gently. “Sex isn’t what you want at all. And what you really want, I can’t give you. We have no future together. If I marry one day, it’s important to me that I marry a woman with the same background as my own. And I don’t want to live with a young, and all too innocent, white woman.”

“I wouldn’t be innocent if you’d cooperate for an hour,” she muttered outrageously.

“You’ll tempt me once too often.” He bit off the words. “This teasing is more dangerous than you realize.”

“Nobody tops Diana Palmer…I love her stories.”

—Jayne Ann Krentz