"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. Loretta clamped a hand to her waist. "You know, actually I hungry. Famished! Aren't you? What sounds good?" She threw a frantic look at the cooking pots behind him. "I'll bet would strike your fancy, wouldn't it? After traveling so far and eating nothing but jerked meat. Yes, stew would be just the thing." Hunter's mouth quirked. "Blue Eyes, a stew will take a very time." All night, if she was lucky. "Oh, not long. It's no trouble, really!" She made a wide circle around him toward the pots. "I make a wonderful stew, really I do. I'm sure Maiden has some roots and onions I can borrow. Just you--" Loretta leaped at the touch of his hand on her shoulder. She turned to face him, a large pot wedged between them, her hand white-knuckled on the handle. "Blue Eyes, I do not want stew," Hunter whispered, his voice laced with tenderness. "If you hunger, we will have nuts and fruit, eh?" Loretta swallowed a lump of air. Fruit and nuts were better than the alternative. Maybe, if she ate one nut at a time..."All right, fruit and nuts." He spread a buffalo robe beside the fire while she put the pot away and dug up a parfleche of fruit and nuts from his store of preserved edibles. Kneeling beside him, Loretta munched industriously, staring into the leaping flames, aware with every bite she took that Hunter watched her. When she reached for her fourth handful, he clamped his long fingers around her wrist. "Enough," he said evenly. "You will sicken your gut if you eat more." Loretta's gut was already in sorry shape. She swallowed, trying to avoid his gaze and failing miserably. When their eyes met, she felt as if the ground fell away. There was no mistaking that look in his eye. The moment of reckoning had come."