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began throbbing, and automatically she pressed her palms over them before she realized what she was doing and jerked her hands down. But what if he had touched them? What if he had put his mouth on her? She felt as if she would melt now, just thinking about him. Fantasizing. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the hollow ache, and a whimper escaped her lips. The sound was low, but seemed inordinately loud in the silent house, and the cat looked up from his saucer, gave a questioning meow, then returned to the milk.
    Would she have been able to stop him? Would she even have tried to stop him? Or would she now be standing here remembering making love instead of trying to imagine how it would be? Her body tingled, but from barely awakened instincts and needs rather than true knowledge.
    She had never before known passion, other than the passion for knowledge and teaching. To find her body capable of such strong sensations was frightening, because she had thought she knew herself well. Suddenly her own flesh was alien to her, and her thoughts and emotions were abruptly unruly. It was almost like a betrayal.
    Why, this was lust! She, Mary Elizabeth Potter, actually lusted after a man! Not just any man, either. Wolf Mackenzie.
    It was both amazing and embarrassing.

    Joe proved a quick, able student, as Mary had known he would be. He was prompt, arriving right on time, and thankfully alone. After stewing over the morning’s events for the entire afternoon, she didn’t think she could ever face Wolf Mackenzie again. What must he think of her? To her mind, she had practically attacked the man.
    But Joe was alone, and in the three hours that followed, Mary found herself liking him more and more. He was hungry for knowledge and absorbed it like a dry sponge. While he worked on the assignments she had set out for him, she prepared a set of records in which to keep the time he spent on each subject, the matter covered and his test scores. The goal they had set for themselves was much higher than just a high school diploma. Though she hadn’t promised it, she knew she wouldn’t be satisfied unless Joe was accepted into the Air Force Academy. There had been something in his eyes that told her he would never be complete unless he could fly; he was like a grounded eagle, his soul yearning for the sky.
    At nine o’clock she called a halt and noted the time in her records. Joe yawned as he rocked the chair onto its back legs. “How often do we do this?”
    “Every night, if you can,” she replied. “At least until you catch up with the rest of your class.”
    His pale, blue-diamond eyes glittered at her, and again she was struck by how old those eyes were. “Do I have to go back to regular classrooms next year?”
    “It would help if you did. You’d be able to get much more work done, and we could do your advanced studies here.”
    “I’ll think about it. I don’t want to leave Dad in the lurch. We’re expanding the ranch now, and it means a lot more work. We have more horses now than we’ve ever had before.”
    “Do you raise horses?”
    “Quarter horses. Good ranch horses, trained to handle cattle. We not only breed them, but people bring their own horses to the ranch for Dad to train. He’s not just good, he’s the best. Folks don’t mind that he’s an Indian when it comes to training their horses.”
    Again the bitterness was apparent. Mary propped her elbows on the table and leaned her chin on her upraised, folded hands. “And you?”
    “I’m Indian, too, Miss Potter. Half Indian, and that’s more than enough for most people. It wasn’t as bad when I was younger, but an Indian kid isn’t much of a threat to anyone. It’s when that kid grows up and starts looking at the white Anglo daughters that all hell breaks loose.”
    So a girl had been part of the reason Joe had quit school. Mary raised her eyebrows at him. “I imagine the white Anglo daughters looked back, too,” she said mildly.