Seven

Annie had been so wound up all afternoon, she'd exhausted herself to calmness by the time she set up camp that evening. She made use of the campground shower, and then stood in the front of the mirror for a long time, toothbrush in hand studying her face. Trying to imagine how how an outsider would see it . How Jacob might have seen it.

She was not hoping he would show up, she told herself as she fixed her dinner-- freeze chicken and rice soup and opened a can of sliced peaches. She like him already and wanted to give him a chance "No! "I can love him" she said to herself. She'd seen the last of the sexy, mysterious motorcycle man. He was her mate , and she forced herself to forget about him, but the more she try, the more he engulf her mind. She couldn't get the thought of him off her mind. Trying to focus on her food .

Suddenly the little hairs on the back of her neck prickled to attention with a long , delicious shiver. He was a long , dense shadow at the edge of the