"Why can't you understand that? A woman must come freely." Lowering his hand to her waist, he leaned away from her, his dark eyes searching, thoughtful. "And when you come freely, you will have no fear?" "I--" She stared at him. "I suppose if I--not that I ever would, mind you--but I came to you freely, then, no, I probably wouldn't." Loretta knew she was babbling. He looked confused, and she didn't blame him. She broke off, and her gaze chased away from his. "It's so completely unlikely that I--but I did, I don't suppose I would be afraid. I wouldn't come if I were." His arm relaxed around her. After studying her for what seemed an eternity, he said, "Then this Comanche will wait. Until the Great Ones lead you in a great circle back to him."