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Do I look like a shaman that I can read minds?” Sun Woman replied, laughing.
    “You might not be so pleased with him if I told you that I found him climbing up the lodgepole in your tipi, and he fell off and broke some pottery,” Windhawk said dryly and without humor.
    “Was he hurt?” Sun Woman asked, examining her grandson for cuts.
    “He is not hurt, but you will have to replace some of your pottery,” Windhawk replied, casting his son a displeased glance.
    “I care nothing for that…pottery can always be replaced. Little Hawk is no more mischievous than you were as a boy, Windhawk,” the doting grandmother said, hugging her grandson to her tightly in her arms.
    Joanna gave Windhawk a look of exasperation, and his eyes softened when they rested on her face. Taking her hand, he raised her up to stand beside him and rested his face against hers.
    “Do you think our daughter will be such a trial when she grows older?” she asked, pressing her face against Windhawk’s buckskin shirt.
    His laughter was soft against her ear. “Let us hope so,” Windhawk replied. “Let us wish that it will be so. I would like to think she will have the same strong spirit as her brother possesses.”
    Joanna felt Windhawk touch his mouth against her ear, and tiny shivers ran up and down her spine. Again he laughed softly, knowing how easily he could arouse her.
    “I can see that the two of you want to be alone,” Sun Woman said, smiling. Taking her grandson by the hand, she led him outside.
    “Now see what you have done, Windhawk,” Joanna scolded, moving away from him. “You have made your mother leave. Can you not control these urges of yours until we are alone?” she said in exasperation.
    He lifted her into his arms and gave her a mind-destroying smile. “I am never in control when I am near you, Flaming Hair. For that matter, I have not been in control since the day I first met you.”
    Joanna rubbed her cheek against his face. “My dearest, love, I do not think any woman can control the powerful chief of the Blackfoot.”
    “You do, Joanna. If you but knew the power you wield over me, it would allow you to take unfair advantage of this great love I feel for you. I would do anything to see you happy, for in your happiness, I find joy.”
    She arched an eyebrow. “Who would take advantage of whom?” she asked laughingly.
    Windhawk looked deeply into her violet-colored eyes and realized Joanna would never know how she held his very life in her tiny hands. She could only guess at the deep love he had for her. Perhaps it was better that way, he thought. His hands moved across her face to trace the outline of her mouth. When he dipped his dark head to taste her lips, her mouth opened to receive his kiss.
    Joanna’s body became soft and yielding in his arms as she became lost in the feelings his kiss evoked. Remembering that Tag and Morning Song were coming for the evening meal, she broke the kiss off and pushed against Windhawk. Looking into his dark eyes, she smiled.
    “Have I ever told you that you are the handsomest man I have ever known, my husband?”
    His dark eyes flashed to life with a warmth that reached out to Joanna, heating her with its intensity. “If you continue to say things like that to me, you may find yourself on the mat,” he challenged.
    Joanna knew from past experience that Windhawk made no idle threat. “Put me down, Windhawk. I must see to the meal. Besides, Sky Dancer needs to be fed, and Tag and Morning Song will be here shortly.”
    Windhawk placed her gently to her feet. “I can wait until tonight, Joanna,” he told her with a teasing light in his dark eyes.
    She allowed her eyes to travel up the long, lean line of his body to rest on his handsome face. “You eyes are bold my husband—they promise more than your words,” she said, arching a delicate eyebrow.
    Windhawk reached out and wound a red-gold curl around his finger, then brought it up to his lips. “I will go and tellmy