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goblet. “Enjoy your wine while I heat up our meal.”
    She eyed the large wineglass. “Are you trying to get me tipsy?”
    “Can I do that with one glass?”
    “Probably. I’ll drink slowly.” But the wine was refreshing, and while she drank they talked about the house and the architectural plans that Rex and Hakan had drawn up themselves. She’d emptied her glass before she realized it.
    “Wow, you must have needed that.” Hakan removed the food from the oven. “I’m glad this is done. You need to eat.”
    “I seldom drink. This is good wine, and I enjoyed the conversation.”
    “A compliment, I’m overwhelmed.”
    Hakan filled their plates and put them, the salad bowls, and the rolls on the table. “Shall I refill your glass?”
    “Yes, but no more than halfway.”
    “I’ll turn on some of Lonato’s favorite music.” The classical strains of Tchaikovsky filled the air as they began to eat.
    “So far tonight I’ve learned more about Lonato than you. What special talents are you hiding?”
    “None. I’m a doctor, and I like to study different areas of medicine. That’s how I got into epidemiology. I took some extra courses after my interest was piqued. Otherwise I’m pretty boring. I like to work around the ranch. I do some of the hard labor such as mending fences, and then also working with the few animals we have.”
    “I’m surprised you don’t have a dog.”
    “We will. Once we’re married we’ll get one and have him trained before we have a child. Children need a dog and other animals.”
    “You both think you’re ready for marriage?”
    “We are, have been, but couldn’t find the right lady until now.”
    “I keep telling you, I’m not the right lady. Lonato must have told you about what I am, who I am.”
    “Yes. You are actually our queen for the three tribes. Does that mean you can’t have husbands and a family?”
    “I am not going to be queen. I’ll help lead with the others. And I’ll be too busy for husbands.”
    “What are you afraid of?”
    Kira pushed her chair back. “Nothing.”
    Hakan glanced at her empty plate. “I’ll put on the coffee and dessert, and bring it out to you. Go relax in the great room.”
    She grabbed her almost-empty wineglass and walked briskly out of the kitchen. In the great room, she chose one of the chairs by the fireplace. It wasn’t lit, but the room was still warm enough. Curling up on the chair, she put her head down on the armrest.
    Tiredness swept over her, and she closed her eyes.

    * * * *

    When Hakan brought in the coffee, he found her fast asleep. Between the wine, the food, and her body still recovering from giving so much blood, he wasn’t surprised. He also knew she felt safe and comfortable here, or she’d never have allowed herself to relax and fall asleep.
    He put her mug on the table by her chair, and he sat his down beside the matching chair across from her. Then he put kindling and wood in the fireplace. Before long he had a small fire going. He sat in the chair, stretched his legs out, and sipped his coffee.
    Firelight made her hair look like it was part of the fire. The red and gold colors glowed. Her cream-colored skin seemed to soak in some of the warmth and turned a deeper cream. She had on a purple blouse that was darker than her eyes, and jeans hugged her curvy legs.
    Just watching her sent his desire spiking. His cock had gone hard the instant he saw her curled up in his chair. He was actually sitting in Lonato’s place. I need to get married and so does Lonato. We’ve become like old maids, his chair, my chair.
    Suddenly, her eyes opened. “I fell asleep on you.”
    “Not on me, but I wouldn’t mind.” As he’d expected, she smiled, showing the dimple in her right cheek.
    “You never give up.”
    “I won’t until I have your sweet body under mine and my cock buried deep in your pussy.” Her eyes went as dark a purple as her blouse.
    She turned to the side table. “Coffee, just what I need.