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Was he a brute? Or a gentleman?

His skin was tanned to the colour of her leather saddle, his chest and back as well. And he wore no drawers…!

An irrational thought flicked through her mind. Could a man’s backside get suntanned right through his jeans?

A brute, she decided. A man who chased others for money. A bounty hunter who would turn in his own father for a price. Hard-headed and hard-hearted.

Then why did he want to save his prisoner’s life?

She could feel him staring at her, asking a silent question. It took all her courage to meet his gaze. His eyes were hard. Calculating. And unusual.

There was something undisciplined about him. Primitive, like a wild animal. A wolf—that was it. A hungry wolf. One who hunted alone.