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done. Two, he would never force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. She was a strong woman with a deep sense of pride and he would sooner die than destroy that aspect of her personality. And three, he would never separate from her. If he had to stay with her in this cabin for forty years, so be it.
    “Your father is only concerned with your wellbeing. I promise you he is a good and decent man.”
    “A man who seduced my mother and caused her exile.” She spat the words, leaning forward.
    “Yes. He did. But on the flip side, he was not aware of this. Until some members of your pack showed up in town blabbing about your existence, he had no knowledge of you. You have to give the man credit for sending me to find you as soon as he was enlightened.” He carefully chose the word “find” and not “retrieve.” She wasn’t willing to consider the possibility of a relationship with Jack yet.
    She gave no response, but her body language remained closed off. She even crossed her legs, and he watched her squeeze her thighs together. It did nothing to keep him from scenting her arousal, but he presumed it alleviated some of the pressure that would be building in her pussy.
    Zephyr had never been mated before, of course, but he’d heard the tales from all his friends and family. A woman’s body could not withstand the drive to mate any more than a man’s.
    He’d been with many women, as any young red-blooded wolf shifter his age, but no sexual experience had ever compared to the way he felt right this moment.
    His cock had remained hard since he’d first sniffed her scent blowing toward him in the wind. How long had it been? Two, three, four hours? He’d lost track of almost anything except wooing the woman before him with placating words. He didn’t mean to insult her. He just needed to keep talking until she understood him better.
    He was glad he’d taken up residence on the mattress. He leaned on his side, his head propped on his palm. His heart pounded inside his chest, and every breath he took was filled with the scent of Adonia.
    “Your family brings you nice shampoo,” he blurted, biting his lip afterward at how stupid he must sound. “I can smell your hair from here. It’s floral, or maybe strawberry.” He continued speaking, unable to stop the flow of ridiculous admissions. “I like it.” I want to bury my face in it.
    Adonia stepped back. In fact, she glared at him and then crossed the room to stand by the fire. Her backside was no less appealing. Her jeans were tight and fit her perfectly, even though she’d never been to a store to select them herself. She was slight for a woman living in the wild. He knew her to be strong, but no one would guess that from her stature. Under the bulky white sweater, he expected to find a petite frame.
    He smoothed his fingers across the quilt on her bed. Also white, it was covered with intricate stitch work he had no doubt either she, or her mother, or both, had done by hand.
    “You love white.”
    She turned toward him, but didn’t respond.
    “Your coat, gloves, sweater, quilt… All white.”
    “It’s easier to clean out here and I blend better when I’m outside if I’m dressed to match the terrain.” She turned back around, but not before he noticed a grin spreading across her face. Good. He was making headway.
    While she stared at the fire, he adjusted his cock, biting the inside of his mouth to keep from moaning.
    The storm had picked up speed. He was neither surprised nor concerned. He’d not been kidding about the power of Jack Frost. The man was beyond superhuman. If he wanted a late summer storm, then by God there would be a late summer storm.
    “How long do you suppose this weather will last?” she asked, her sweet voice bouncing around the cabin.
    He swallowed. How should he answer? He’d already told her about this dilemma. Clearly she was unconvinced. “I don’t know.” It was true. It will last until you let me claim you. That’s