“It’s just . . . I was doodling,” she muttered. It had been a quick sketch, but she had successfully caught that expression he’d had in his eyes when he stared at her from across the room, that look that seemed to say, When I get you alone, I’m going to make you scream. Her cheeks burned. God, she’d never blushed so much in her life as she had in the past two days.

He glanced up, still holding the napkin, a strange expression on his face.

“Say you’ll come with me to Vulture’s Canyon.”

“Yes,” she replied in a choked voice.

He took three long steps and cupped her...