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gossiping about you and Jasper. Once the men in the area know that you’re husband shopping, they’ll be haunting the den.”
    “Oh, crap.” Rose had a vision of men swarming outside the stone wall around the den, and the wolves’ probable reaction. “Oh, crappity crap.”
    Lisa swayed from side to side to soothe the baby, who was awake and showing signs of displeasure. “I guess I shouldn’t laugh, but honestly, this is going to be a very entertaining winter.”
    “Entertaining? That’s not the word I would use,” Rose replied glumly.
    Eddie came to collect his wife. “They’re unloading the freight cars, Lisa-love. We should go claim your order. Bye, Rose. See you, Packard.”
    Rose said good bye and turned her attention to the train. She saw the mail bag carried into the station and wondered if there would be a letter for her from Omaha. There were usually not many passengers to disembark at Kearney, and today was no different. Three men came off the train. Rose recognized one of them as a farmer from Odessa, a few miles south of Kearney.
    “Look, there’s Gary Black,” she pointed out.
    Jasper, standing again beside her, nodded. “I heard he had to go to Omaha. There’s Samuel Overby, too. Don’t know the third man.”
    Neither did Rose, but he was the first one she’d noticed. He was tall and slender, with short dark hair, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit of silvery gray fabric that showed off a lean physique with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. The trousers were crisply pressed even after hours on the train. She’d never seen a suit like that in Kearney before. His hair was cut neatly at the nape, but an inch or so longer on top, artfully styled to look casually tumbled. If there were anything like a men’s fashion magazine these days, this man would be on the cover.
    Rose despised him on sight even while she admired the lines of his body. Living with several dozen handsome men who wore as little clothing as Carla would let them get away with, Rose was very familiar with the male body. Under the expensive suit, this man’s body was probably exactly the type she liked best: lean, powerful, and graceful. Was his face as attractive? His head was turned away, looking at something to the side, so she could see only his profile. His nose was perhaps a tad large, but his jaw was well defined, running parallel to high cheekbones. A narrow tie was a black exclamation point over a shirt of vibrant blue. When he turned toward them, she saw the color of his eyes exactly matched the shirt. His face had nicely shaped eyebrows and a full, soft mouth…
    She jerked in a sharp gasp. “Oh, no,” she moaned.
    Jasper forgot himself and dared to grab her arm to steady her. “Rose, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
    Grabbing him back would probably get him killed. She was sure that buzzing in her ears would go away any second. It would. It had to. The man in the slick suit came their way, and she swayed, willing herself to be calm.
    “Hello, Rose,” the man said to her with a cold smile. The hint of a dimple beside his mouth didn’t soften his expression. His head turned a fraction to stare at Jasper, and he continued in the same lazy, deadly tone, “I don’t know you.” The smile hardened to brittle ice. “If you want to live, you’ll take your hand off my mate .”

Chapter 3
    The train ride from Omaha to Kearney took seven excruciatingly long hours. Sky spent the time alternating between his worry about the hearings in front of the city council and his fear that Rose might already be married by the time he arrived. Why did she have to do this now? Couldn’t she have waited another week? Just one lousy week? Her impatience might waste the years he’d spent finding out who in Omaha might be open to change, and then cajoling, sweet talking, and arguing to convince them to take action against the city’s policies concerning women.
    He fingered the letter in his pocket, sighing. He couldn’t blame