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away from her door before his hard-on could lead him into that bed with her. Dear God in Heaven, he would never be the same again.
    The bathroom door stopped his flight and he managed to get himself together enough to open it and go inside. What the hell was wrong with him? It wasn't like he was a rank virgin, to react to a woman that way. He hadn't even been forever without a woman. An old girlfriend had been happy to welcome him home.
    Erection throbbing in desperation, he managed to get the water started and climb into the shower. The blast of ice shards should have eliminated the issue, but if anything, he only became harder and more needy. Stubborn, he forced himself to lather up despite the bone chilling effect, and thereby discovered an entirely new form of torture. And still his hips arched reflexively.
    Biting his lip to contain yet another groan he finally allowed his fingers to circle the base of his shaft. No sense fighting the inevitable. In just a few strokes he found the right rhythm and let his forehead rest against the shower wall while his harsh breathing filled the small space. His orgasm blasted forth on one final thrust with a groan that started in the depths of his soul. He sagged against the shower wall, the image of Kate pinned under him etched on his brain forever.
    A sharp rap at the bathroom door jolted his heart to a standstill. "Jakob? Are you okay?"
    Fuck, that voice sent heat pooling into his groin once more.
    She knocked again. "Jakob?"
    "Uh, sorry. I'm okay, be out in a minute." Good God.
    A moment of warmer water to rinse, and he started to feel like something that almost resembled human once more. Though he was pretty sure the next few days were going to be among the longest of his life, and the nights even longer.
    He felt a whole lot safer once his jeans were over his hips, and headed for the guest room while trying to keep his mind on the morning ahead.
    Ten feet ahead, Kate rounded a corner, still wearing her skimpy little tank and white panties, all that dark hair still tousled from sleep. The way her eyes widened with surprise tempted him to say boo or do something to make her repeat it.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Kate tried really hard. She did. Really. But it too much to ask. She simply could not just sit there on her horse and not glare hatefully at Jakob's back where he rode just ahead, with the pack animals and dogs strung out between them. Even with the noise created by the other animals, she still heard it clearly.
    Snorting and blowing with every breath, the big black horse he'd called Ajax pranced along with exaggerated movements, big head impossibly high. Despite Jakob's assurance to the contrary, she was certain the animal would be exhausted in the first mile, useless by the end of the second. If not for the waste of time, she wouldn't give a damn, but they'd lose most, or even all, of a day just going back to get suitable horses for him. And it increased the likelihood of the lion killing another of her horses.
    She had no patience for stubborn pride any time, but even less when insistence on that pride endangered her horses. Damn it, for all she cared, he could walk. She wasn't turning around to get him fresh stock when his fidgety animals were too exhausted to go, with all the energy they wasted tossing heads and high stepping. Her own pride swelled as she watched her horses proceed calmly, with an all-business attitude. They were there to do a job, not take a romp in the park.
    The annoyance with Jakob had absolutely nothing to do with his expression when he spotted her scars. Really, she expected that every time someone saw her leg. It didn't matter that his shock and disgust crushed any half-formed sort of interest she might have in him. It wasn't like anything with him would ever be more than a very short and light flirtation. That look just saved her the heartache of getting attached and let down. She didn't need that in her life.
    An hour at a steady jog later, her