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Chance didn’t say anything, but kept staring out the window at the river. Red Thunder looked innocent enough tonight. Romantic even, with the moonlight dancing on its surface.

“The river has stolen a lot from you, hasn’t it? Twice now, it’s taken your memory.”

He started to turn from her, but she hung on to him. “I won’t let it take anything more from you.”

Tentatively she pressed a kiss against his neck, felt the answering leap of his pulse against her lips.

Chance growled, “No.” But there was no strength to his denial.

She could reach him on this primal level. She knew she could. “Let me love you, Chance.”

“No,” he said, then leaned forward and kissed her….