nst the wood in case she didn't like what she saw。
Without warning； a heavier weight thrust it full open； throwing her back
into the room。 Startled by the unexpected force and cursing herself for
her nerves； Anne lost her balance and tripped； falling backward onto her
bottom with a thud。 From that vantage point she watched； wide…eyed； as a
huge man entered； savagely dripping water。 He tossed in several large
bags before slamming the door shut and leaning against it。
The fire had begun to die； leaving only the faintest glow to light his
face； but it was enough to show a tight jaw； sneering lips； and eyes
that impaled her。
〃You bitch！ What took you so long？ Why didn't you open the door？
Can't you see what the weather is like？ And who sent you anyway？ Was it
Joe？〃 Narrowed eyes gave her an insolent once…over。 〃No； it must have
been Lennie。 He goes in for the plain； scrawny type。〃
Anne was dumbstruck by the sudden turn of events。
〃What？〃 he went on。 〃No denials？ No coy protestations？〃 He unbuttoned
his heavy wool jacket； shrugged it off； and tossed it onto an empty
chair。 Even without its bulk； with only snug denims and a dark
turtleneck； he was imposing。
To her horror； he advanced until he towered directly over her。 〃Well？
Don't you have anything to say？ Or are you just going to lie there； all
helpless and inviting？〃
Anne found