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"If you weren't light as a feather it might, but it does make you a might taller." He grinned sexily at her.
A soft shy smile painted her face.
"What are you doing up here, Aiden?" she asked, helping herself to the coffee as she dusted the snow from her clothes. Her nonchalant attitude ab
out the kiss had him scrambling for a bit of control. She was bundled up in a deerskin coat with a fur hood, she had mittens on her hands and wore long boots that came up to her knees. Her silvery hair peaked out of her fur hood, she readjusted as the braid fell at her shoulder now.
"I have business here," he replied turning away. For nothing would he let her see how frazzled he was by her kiss. Damn, she'd grown up since he'd seen her last, and she was more breathtaking, with that silver blonde hair, and pale blue eyes that searched his constantly!
"What kind of business?" she eyed him over the rim of her cup. The way her glance went from the top of his head to his boots, amused him and he tried to squash the grin. Aiden was tall and lean, broad shouldered and narrow hipped, he reeked of male masculinity. A woman would have to notice.
There was a strange kind of hunger in that female kind of glance that had Aiden reacting physically. She'd always challenged him in that way, and he'd always responded like an alpha male.
His male predator instincts took her in too. Although her female body was fully clothed, he recognized her as all female. From her gorgeous head of hair, to the silently beautiful blue eyes, she appealed like no other to Aiden. Unlike other women with beautiful dresses and sweet scents, Lucy had a scent all her own, and it was sweeter and more powerful than any he knew. It instantly attracted him, challenged him, lured him.
Although her demeanor was friendly, there was an edge to her husky voice, as she waited for his answer.
The smell of woodsmoke permeated the air. "Brought a couple up from the fort, they are looking for their kid."
"Kid?"
"Three-year-old little girl." Aiden told her. "Know anything about that?"
"Taken from a wagon train?" She asked.
"That's right."
"She's in the Sioux village. A replacement for the dead!"
"They can't keep her, Lucy."
"It's their right, it would cause a morning war if you try to take her. You know that as well as I do, Aiden."
"It's their child." His glance searched hers now.
"My name isn't Lucy any more. It hasn't been for years." She protested turning away from him.
"It'll always be Lucy to me," he informed her. "Or would you rather me call you the White Silver Fox?"
"You've heard of me?" she smiled with a tease.
"I'd hoped what I heard wasn't true."
"I'm sure some of it is… "
"You went to war with the whites?"
"No, I went to war with the army, Aiden. They killed my husband. We'd been married three months, and he was dead, because he butchered some cattle for our people to eat in the dead of winter. They shot him down like a dog. No questions, just shot him."
"When did this happen?"
"Last winter."
Her eyes held pain. He hadn't expected that.
"I'm sorry. I'd heard you married, wasn't sure of the fact though."
"Why not, a white man wouldn't have me." She challenged. "Would they?"
