TO TAME A HAWK
Adam smiled with real pleasure and obeyed her dismissal.
Adrienne squeezed her eyes shut tightly but upon the pink-gray insides of her eyelids shadows arose. Images of being held between the Hawk's rock-hard thighs, wrapped in arms that were bands of steel. His voice murmuring her name over and over, calling her back, commanding her back. Demanding that she live. Whispering words of what? What had he said?
"She lives, Lord Buzzard-"
"Hawk"
"Both birds of prey. What difference?"
"A buzzard is a scavenger. A hawk selects his kill as carefully as a falcon. Stalks it with the same unerring con-viction. And fails as frequently which is never."