while
growing
up,
he
and
his
brothers
and
cousins
would
visit
this
area
every
summer
to
spend
time
with
their
Uncle
Corey.
It
was
a
guy
thing,
which
meant
Delaney
was
never
included
in
those
summer
retreats.
She
usually
came
to
Montana
during
her
school’s
spring
breaks.
Stone
also
shared
with
her
the
little
escapades
the
eleven
Westmoreland
boys
and
McKinnon
and
his
three
brothers
had
gotten
into.
He
had
made
her
smile,
chuckle
and
even
laugh
a
few
times,
and
for
a
little
while
she
had
forgotten
the
reason
she
had
come
to
Montana
in
the
first
place.
At
dinner
she
had
met
Morning
Star
and
Martin’s
other
three
sons,
who
were
younger
than
McKinnon,
but
who
had
also
inherited
their
mother’s
Blackfoot
coloring,
instead
of
the
light
complexion
of
their
Caucasian
father.
“You
okay?”
Stone
asked
quietly,
coming
to
stand
beside
her.
She
tipped
her
head
to
look
up
at
him.
When
he
placed
his
arms
around
her
shoulders
as
if
to
ward
off
the
chill
in
the
air,
she
became
very
aware
of
how
male
he
was.
And
the
nice
thing
about
it
was
that
he
didn’t
flaunt
it.
In
fact
he
seemed
totally
unaware
of
the
sensuality
oozing
from
him.
“Yes,
I’m
fine.
Dinner
was
wonderful,
wasn’t
it?”
“Yes.
Mrs.
Quinn
always
knew
how
to
cook
and
her
apple
pie
has
always
been
my
favorite,”
he
answered.
Madison
grinned
when
she
remembered
the
number
of
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