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cal moments, Alanna had believed Hunter's enthusiastic affection was real. To learn that they were both victims of a silly mistake filled her with a sickening sense of disappointment. That the love which had flavored Hunter's kiss had been meant for her cousin, hurt far more than what she had interpreted as mere fickleness had.
"If I'm supposed to be flattered by that, I'm not," she blurted out as she struggled to stuff her hair under her cap.
Hunter watched her beautiful green eyes fill with tears and gestured helplessly. "What should I have said? Most people say my English is good, but there are times when I choose the wrong words."
"Or the wrong woman?"
"Please, don't laugh at me."
It was Hunter who now looked ready to cry, and Alanna feared she was treating him as badly as Melissa had. "I'm not laughing at you, certainly not. But even if I had been Melissa, you ought not to have grabbed me like that. What if she had come to tell you goodbye and brought Ian with her? At the very least he would have yanked out a handful of your hair, pulling you off her. I shudder to think what he would have done next. It's too dangerous for you here, Hunter. You've got to go."
They were both kneeling in the straw, but when she made no move to rise, neither did he. As before, her concern seemed real, and he longed to confide in her, to make her understand he had every right to be there, but he hadn't forgotten Melissa's threatened accusation of rape. He had not the slightest doubt that she would tell such a damaging lie either. It would not only be Ian he would have to fight then, but Byron and Elliott as well. If by some miracle he did survive the combined fury of their anger, he knew his claims that Melissa had willingly lain with him would never be believed in court. He did not know what the punishment for rape might be, but he was positive he didn't want to risk finding out.
"Melissa married the wrong man," he said instead.
"You were here only a few days in April. How could you have thought she might marry you?"
Again, Hunter dared not speak the truth, but despite the fact that neither he nor Melissa had made any promises, he had believed in the unspoken vows of her love. Now all Melissa displayed toward him was contempt, but in April, he would have sworn she loved him. He sighed unhappily. "I have money to pay for the bateau. Will you give it to your uncle?"
"No, you needn't pay for a boat. We have several, and one more or less won't be missed."
"I forgot how rich you are."
Alanna recoiled at the resentment in his tone. "My uncle has worked hard for everything he owns, and he's known for his generosity to others. Won't you need some food to take along? Come with me. Let's go to the kitchen and see what provisions we can find."
"You won't take my money?"
"No, of course not. You're Byron and Elliott's friend."
Hunter rose to his feet, and with a graceful tug pulled her up beside him. "Have I ruined things with you, so that we can't be friends?"
That his passionate kisses had been meant for Melissa no longer seemed important in light of his obvious pain, and she responded with a smile. "Yes, I'd be proud to be your friend. Elliott has nothing but praise for you, and I believe it's well deserved."
"Byron thinks I have a wild streak, and had he seen us a few minutes ago, he would know he was right."
He flashed a charming grin but there was definitely a wildness about Hunter that went far beyond his buckskins and long flowing hair. She doubted that white men were such passionate creatures, but that was not a subject she cared to discuss. "Let's get the food I promised," she said instead.
Amused by her haste to see him gone, Hunter followed her out of the stable. He had not slept more than an hour or two, but he wanted to be on his way, and he would rest later. He went into the house to fetch the things he had left in the room he hadn't used. He could not help but wonder if it was mere coincidence that Melissa and Ian now occupied his former room. Then he realized he was giving Melissa credit for a depth of feeling she did not possess. She had undoubtedly chosen the green room for the beauty of the view, not out of fond memories of him.
He walked out of the brick mansion and did not look back. When he reached the kitchen, he found Alanna had filled a bag with enough provisions to see him home; he again offered her money, and she again refused. He slung the bag over his shoulder and carried it down with the rest of his belongings to the dock. When Alanna came with him, he knew he ought to do more than thank her for her kindness.
"I should not have yelled at you yesterday," he began. "I made a great many mistakes here, and I am sorry for the ones that hurt you. You may need to find me someday. If I'm not at William Johnson's trading post on the Mohawk, he will know where to find me."
Alanna could not imagine such a circumstance arising, but she thanked him anyway. "Melissa and Ian will move into town after their babe is born. If you came back to see Byron and Elliott, you wouldn't have to see her."
For a fleeting instant, Hunter wondered if she wasn't really asking him to come back to see her. Then he decided such a delusion was absurd. She was merely being kind, and he would expect no more, nor did he want it. The pain of loving one white woman had been more than enough for him. Still, he couldn't resist the impulse to kiss her goodbye. He slid one arm around her waist and pulled her close.
"This time I know it's you," he whispered before his lips caressed hers, but the sudden jolt of pleasure as she responded warmly made him long for far more. Melissa's betrayal had left him with an aching sense of loss, but he felt only wonder as he finally released Alanna and climbed down into the bateau. She remained on the dock, and he kept looking toward her until she was lost from view. He stopped rowing then and, unable to contain the pain of his shattered dreams and a love that could never be, he let out a mournful cry that was mistaken for the howl of a wolf from the shore.
He had made another terrible mistake, he realized. He had blamed Melissa for marrying the wrong man, but he now knew he had fallen in love with the wrong woman, so the fault was entirely his. Sick with loneliness, he began to row again, but he could not outdistance the pain.
Chapter 12
"What do you mean he's gone?"
"I'm sorry, Elliott, but Hunter left hours ago." Alanna could see how disappointed her cousin was, but there was little of her last encounter with Hunter that she cared to repeat. Now that she looked back on it, she didn't know where she had found the courage to wake him, but she was glad that she had. Seizing upon what she could confide, she explained she had given the Indian some food and a bateau and seen him on his way.
Elliott was still perplexed. "I know he meant to stay with us awhile. What could have happened to change his mind? He didn't go straight up to bed when we did last night. Could he have gotten in a fight with someone? Did he have any cuts or bruises?"
