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breakfast this morning.'
    'Who wants oatmeal?' Jennifer grinned impishly. 'A big dish of fresh snow with milk and sugar sounds much better!'
    'So it's snow you're wanting,' said Logan, setting the logs on the ground with a devilish gleam in his eye.
    'Logan Taylor, don't you dare!' she squealed as she watched him pick up a clump of snow and pat it in his hand.
    She turned just as he threw it and it splattered on her back. Quickly he started pelting her with snowballs while Jennifer fought desperately to retaliate. In seconds she was laughing and stumbling towards the cabin. A well-aimed white projectile hit her in the leg, and she fell headlong into a towering snowbank. With Logan's assistance she rolled breathlessly over on to her back, giggling happily as she tried to sputter the snow out of her mouth while be laughingly brushed the snow off her face. Her hood had fallen back and the red-gold of her hair was accented by the whiteness of her headrest. The corners of his eyes were crinkled into deep lines, his dimples were deep clefts, as he rested poised above her prone body.
    Suddenly the suggestiveness of her position struck Jennifer and her smile slowly sobered at the same instant his did.
    'No,' she whispered as she began to struggle to get to her feet, but he quickly pinned her arms to her side.
    'You've been expecting something like this ever since you met me,' he said quietly with a gleam in his eyes that Jennifer had never seen before. 'I certainly wouldn't want to disappoint you.'
    Then his lips covered hers, persuasively and yet demanding a response that she wasn't willing to give. She fought the acclamation of her senses to answer the rising, hungry warmth in her body, to yield to the erratic beat of her heart. She didn't want to enjoy the possessive tenderness of his kiss. He was like Brad; she should be revolted by his embrace. But resistance only increased her desire to return the warmth and fire he was bestowing on her. In horror, she realized her lips were moving, responding to the exquisite pressure of his. Instinct had taken over while the war of logic and experience had battled in her mind.
    Swiftly she turned her face away, tugging and pulling her arms free.
    'He hurt you badly.' Logan studied her grimly as she moved farther away from him, scooting in the snow.
    'What are you talking about?' Jennifer asked in a hoarse whisper.
    'The man you left behind you.'
    'No,' Jennifer answered firmly, anger flashing in her eyes. 'He didn't hurt me—my stupidity and ignorance did. I didn't recognize a wolf when he was standing in front of me. I was too blinded by charm and good looks.'
    'And now?'
    'And now I can see through any disguise. I just hope my sister can,' she answered sarcastically.
    He stepped towards her threateningly, then halted when a jingling noise pierced the winter air. Logan turned his head away from her, exhaling slowly, before turning back to study her defiant expression.
    'That'll be Carmichael. He's hitched up his horse to pull the jeep out of the snow,' he told her. 'You'd better get your things together in the cabin.' As Jennifer started to walk away, he added, 'Don't expect an apology. You enjoyed that kiss as much as I did, and if you weren't a hypocrite you'd admit it.'
    She stared at him, tears stinging her eyes. Why had she let him know she was attracted by him? Why had she put such a weapon in his hands?
    'Men like you always arouse the baser instincts!' Jennifer shouted in a trembling voice. 'Including self-preservation!'
    Quickly she raced towards the cabin, not prepared to engage in a further battle of wits with Logan Taylor. She had salvaged a piece of her pride, and she was content with that.
    After the jeep was finally freed from its snowbound bed, the short distance into Jackson, Wyoming was covered in less than twenty minutes. Patches of sunlight filtered through the thick billowy clouds to allow Jennifer to see the breathtaking mountains with black dots of treescovering their