I think hubby knows I've been watching in fact I know he does. I was talking to him about the flooring when you walked by in nice jeans that really sh...owed your ass off nice and a blouse that was maybe two buttons to far unbuttoned. As you walked by I just instinctively looked at you and hubby was talking to me. I said to him I'm sorry I won't do it again. I had stared you down, your tits were bouncing a bit and when you were leaving the room your ass looked so fucking hot, I just couldn't help. Maybe some of Oya's desire for her mate rubbed off on me. It's probably a combination of both. Either way, I loved you so much that I would have jumped your bones the first time I saw you when I got here ... even if I had remembered who I was." Because you love me?" Yes. I love you more than I ever thought it was possible. When you forgave me, my heart yearned to be with you. I desired to hold you in my arms and never let go." It was mostly my fault. I was just so damn stubborn. We could have. "What?" she said."Do you know you're beautiful?" I told her."Yeah right. This wind is killing my hair!" You look fantastic." You really are a goofball," she grinned at me, obviously pleased despite herself."Yup," I agreed-and grabbed and kissed her. She beamed at me. Hey, if that's what I had to do to prove my steadfastness, I was willing!We hit the dining hall and ate. Then we went to her room. We decided to get some studying done before the game started."You know, I could think of something. A man's deep voice answered.'Yes?"To speak his name still made her heart ache."Kyle, sent me," she said, not really sure she had been heard.The door opened slowly to reveal a man perhaps twenty years her senior, trim and handsome in a rugged sort of way, graying around the temples. His face and arms were weathered. The eyes were bright but seemed to reflect a life of hardship and pain. The belt around his fit waist was wide, the buckle large with etchings of Native American symbols. His large.