"When everyone had been dispatched, he turned to Loretta, one dark eyebrow cocked, his indigo eyes twinkling with laughter. "One wife and only one wife, forever with no horizon?" Loretta's gaze chased off, and her cheeks went scarlet. Clasping her hands behind her, she rocked back on her heels, then forward onto her toes, pursing her lips. "I told you, Hunter, I refuse to play second fiddle." He smiled--a slow, dangerous smile that made her nerves leap. His heated gaze drifted slowly down the length of her. He grasped her arm and led her toward his lodge. "Now you will show this Comanche how good you play number one fiddle, yes?" "I--" Loretta's mouth went as dry as dust as she tripped along beside him, her arm vised in his grip. "Surely you don't mean right " Her startled gaze focused on the lodge door. "It's not even dark yet. People are still awake. You haven't eaten. There's no fire built. We can't just--" He lifted the door flap and drew her into the dark lodge. "Blue Eyes, I have no hunger for food," he said huskily. "But I will make a fire if you wish for one." Any delay, no matter how short, appealed to Loretta. "Oh, yes, it's sort of chilly, don't you think?" It was a particularly muggy evening, the kind that made clothing stick to the skin, but that hardly seemed important. "Yes, a fire would be lovely." He left her standing alone in the shadows to haul in some wood, which he quickly arranged in the firepit. Moments later golden flames lit the room, the light dancing and flickering on the tan walls. Remaining crouched by the flames, he tipped his head back and gave her a lazy perusal, his eyes touching on her dress, eyebrows lifting in a silent question. "Do you hunger for food?" he asked her softly."