"I know. It is the same for me," Zande whispered to Jacob's statement, her lips against the corner of his mouth, teasing, tempting. There was an ache in her voice, an answer to the ache in his. "We will have our time."
"It had better be soon," he growled, meaning it. There was a hidden laughter in her, one he felt in her mind, in her heart. She found humor in the situation yet wanted him with the same urgent need.
Jacob found he was smiling in spite of his body's demands. There was something contagious about Zande's laughter, whether it was in her mind or aloud. It was joy. Pure and simple. There was joy in him now where there had never been before.
Zande kissed his hard jaw, his stubborn chin. "We cannot desert Amia at this time."
"It is rather difficult to help her when she spends all her time in the form of a leopard."
