The Ashtons: Walker, Ford & Mercedes: Betrayed Birthright / Mistaken for a Mistress / Condition of Marriage. Sheri WhiteFeather

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      “Twenty-six.”

      A frown slashed between his eyebrows. “You’re only a year older than my sister.”

      She nodded. Did that bother him? Did it make him feel even more betrayed? She wanted to ask him if he’d called his sister, if he’d spoken to her in France, but she decided to wait until he finished interviewing her. She could see the unanswered questions in his eyes.

      “Is that common on the rez?” he asked. “To just raise someone else’s kid?”

      “Yes.” She tried to relax, but he was making her self-conscious. The way he watched her. His hardedged posture. “The Lakota have an adoption ceremony called Hunka, the making of relatives. It’s conducted by a medicine man or another adult who’d been a Hunka. This ceremony provides a new family for a child who doesn’t have a home.”

      “Did you and Mary do that?”

      “No.” She lifted her soda, took a sip, placed the can on the table. Walker’s gaze followed her every move. She tried to avoid eye contact, but it didn’t help. She could feel him looking at her. “In those days Mary wasn’t connected to her heritage. She was defying tradition, isolating herself from the community. A Hunka ceremony would have been too Indian. Too Lakota.”

      “So she just kept you without adopting you?”

      “Yes.” Tamra tasted her soda again, wishing Walker would quit scrutinizing her. “We could do it now, though. People of any age can become Hunka if both parties agree.”

      “Don’t,” he said.

      “Don’t what? Have a ceremony?” Tired of his male dominance, she lifted her chin, challenging him. “That’s not your choice to make.”

      “I don’t want you to be her adopted daughter. I don’t want to be related to you.” He moved away from the dresser. “And I’m sure you know why.”

      Did she? She glanced at the bed, at the maroon and blue quilt, at the plain white pillowcases. Then she looked at him. A bit woozy, she took a steadying breath. “Nothing’s going to happen.”

      “Yes, it is. Sooner or later, we’ll end up there.”

      There.

      His bed.

      She struggled to maintain her decorum, to seem unaffected. “That’s awfully presumptuous of you.”

      He finished his drink, then grabbed the chair across from her. In one heart-stopping move, he spun it around and straddled it. “I’m not saying that I want it to happen. I’m just saying that it will.”

      Tamra felt as though she’d just been straddled. Ridden hard and put away…

      …wet.

      She moistened her lips. “I’m not going to sleep with you.”

      “Yes, you are.” He didn’t smile. He didn’t flirt. But he shifted in his chair, bumping his fly against it. “We’re going to tear off each other’s clothes. And we’re going to be sorry afterward, wondering what the hell we did.”

      “I don’t have affairs. Not like that.”

      “Neither do I.”

      “Then why are we having this stupid conversation?”

      “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night.” He made a tense face. “And it’s pissing me off.”

      She shook her head. He had to be the most difficult man she’d ever met. “Everything pisses you off, Walker.”

      He squinted at her. “Did you think about me last night?”

      Her pulse tripped, stumbled like a clumsy little kid playing hopscotch in the rain. “No.”

      “Liar.”

      Yes, she thought. Liar, liar, pants on fire. But she’d be damned if she would admit it. She’d slept with the windows open, letting the breeze stir her hair, her half-naked body. “You’re not my type.”

      “You’re not mine, either.” He paused, then checked her out, up and down, from head to toe. “But you’re hot, sexy as sin. For an Indian,” he added, making her scowl.

      “I wouldn’t go to bed with you if you were the last half-breed on earth.”

      He smiled at that. “Good. Then it won’t happen. We’re safe.”

      She was already safe. She’d been on the Pill since her baby girl died. Since she’d decided that she wasn’t getting pregnant again. At least not by a man she wasn’t married to.

      Walker rocked in his chair, and she tried to think of something to say, something to wipe that cynical smile off his face. She certainly wasn’t going to discuss birth control with him. She knew that wasn’t the kind of safe he was referring to.

      He was talking about their emotions, their feelings.

      Sex they would regret.

      “What did my mother do with the money?” he asked, changing the topic so abruptly, she merely blinked at him.

      “What?”

      “The thirty grand. How’d she spend it?”

      Tamra took a moment to gather her thoughts, to compose her senses. “Maybe you should ask her about this.”

      “I’m asking you.” He leaned back. “It’s easier for me to talk to you. You’re—” the cynical smile returned “—not as vulnerable.”

      He had no idea, she thought. He didn’t have a clue. But how could he? She hadn’t told him that she’d lost a child. That she understood his mother’s pain. “Mary bought the mobile home we’re living in. It was used, so it wasn’t very expensive.”

      “So there was money left over?”

      “Yes. And she invested that.”

      “Really?” He seemed surprised. “Were they sound investments?”

      “Sound enough. There was enough to help me go to college.”

      “Damn.” He dragged a hand through his sexually appealing hair, messing it up a little. “My mom sent her non-Hunka kid to college. Doesn’t that beat all?”

      “Beat all what?” Struggling to keep her cool, she blew an exasperated sigh. “I worked hard on my education. I earned a scholarship, too.”

      “To a tribal college?”

      “To San Francisco State University.”

      He practically gaped at her. “You went to SFSU? You lived in California? Where I live?”

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