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he would return to his people.
    It was almost a godsend that she would be among the many preparing for the relief party. No one would suspect her gathering supplies, and she would be able to gather a bit more than usual to give him for his journey back. There was reportedly a British campground west of them, near the Onondaga tribe. Giving him a horse would be too risky, so she would have to break away from the relief party during the expedition, return for him, and take him as close as she dared go.
    After, she would rejoin her party.
    It was a simple plan. She just needed to wait two more days…
     

Chapter 3
     
    You needed kindness.
    James couldn’t shake her words. Kindness was not something he’d had since the start of this damned war. Yet he’d come face to face with it here. With her.
    She was wholesome and good, her beautiful dark, slanted eyes filled with nothing but kindness and compassion. Unlike others from this strange land he’d encountered. Most were hardened and jaded—both natives and Colonists alike. However, she appeared to want nothing from him except to aid in his recovery. Such compassion was foreign to him. Nothing in this world came for free. Not even kindness. He needed to remember that.
    He also needed a shave.
    When the first lights of dawn surfaced, he didn’t have long to wait before she arrived with a small meal and clothes for him. Her simple overdress and skirt couldn’t thwart his memory of her delicate softness. The memory of her womanly curves cushioning his sexually starved body had left him with a primal need to slide inside her and find mind numbing pleasure.
    Outside of his dreams, she was even more spellbinding, more captivating. Her delicate touch and sweet voice sparked a desire in him that had now ignited into a fiery need until he was engulfed by it.
    He wolfed down the simple breakfast, then got to his feet and began to dress. His body was growing stronger and the pain in his leg had almost completely faded. She turned away discreetly and he grinned at her unnecessary modesty. While he had been in her care, she had seen him naked countless times. Hell, his manhood had even stirred against her when he’d lain on top of her yesterday. They were beyond modesty now. Except, she was now sexually aware of him. He had recognized the passion in her eyes yesterday. There was a tug of attraction, a definite connection between them, one that she couldn’t deny, though she was fighting hard to.
    He buttoned up the borrowed trousers then stared down at his exposed ankles and frowned. He was taller than most, broader too. Though those attributes made him an asset as a grenadier solider, it was also a damned inconvenience.
    She turned around to face him then quickly hid her mouth with her hand. Her eyes, however, danced with mirth.
    “You too tall,” she said, shaking her head as she stared at him in his ankle-baring trousers.
    He found her amusement contagious and couldn’t contain a quick smile. “A blessing and a curse, it appears,” he muttered. He didn’t bother to put on the shirt. One look at it told him it would be a snug fit. She realized it too and took the shirt from him.
    “I find you another.”
    “I would appreciate it,” he said, smiling ruefully. “It wouldn’t do for me to walk back to my regime clothed like an ill-dressed savage.”
    Disappointed anger and resentment clouded her dark eyes and he regretted the thoughtless words as soon as they left him. Though the term was used interchangeably to refer to the natives, he’d learned over the course of his time in the colonies how degrading the natives found it.
    He cursed and ran his hand over his coarse hair. “I’m sorry, love. I meant no offense.” She nodded stiffly, though still visibly upset. “For what it’s worth,” he added, “I believe all men to be savage brutes.”
    “Even you?”
    The question took him by surprise, but he stared at her directly when he responded. “Especially me.” He