Redhawk Caldera The lore of the ancients.

I’d be the last to judge you for some roaming, Towhee said stiffly, shooting him a pained smile. I’m a wanderer myself, she explained, intending to ask him where he’d gone and if he’d enjoyed himself.

But her insides felt like they would reach a boiling point soon, which was distracting enough by itself. Then there was the flash of lust that speared through her. Last time, she hadn’t given Cinar the time of day, having had another hombre on her mind. Now, though, things were different…

Maybe she was remembering incorrectly, but hadn’t they talked about his possible interest in Livi? That thought triggered a seething burst of anger that really took Towhee off her guard. She suddenly swept back onto her feet and edged a few yards away from Cinar, her nose wrinkling as though he smelled repulsive.

Of course, it was Towhee who smelled, and the scent was the opposite of repulsive by design. As it wreathed her, the Redhawk looked helplessly at the male, temptation sinking its hooks deep in her belly. She wanted him. The fire inside her threatened to consume her if she didn’t take what she wanted.

I swear to f… Towhee cursed, tearing her eyes away from him, pointing her gaze out over the water even as she continued speaking to Cinar. I’m sorry, I can’t help it. Unless you’re into GILFs, you should go. I’ll find you again once this goddamn chicanery is over with. Sorry, she repeated, even if it wasn’t really her fault.

Fuckin’ whore moans.