the jar and clamped on its lid before he
could take more。 〃It's not the money。 It's the principle。 I love
macadamia nuts。〃
〃I'll get you more；〃 he repeated calmly。
She returned the jar to the cabi。 〃Can I trust you to leave it alone；
or do I have to put it in my room？〃
He grinned and folded his arms on his chest。 〃I haven't had macadamias
in ages。 I'd forgotten how good they are。 But you can trust me。 At
least； when it es to the nuts。〃
For a split second； she thought she heard something sexual in his drawl。
Then； dismissing it as a figment of her imagination； she turned and
stalked off。
By Monday； a pattern emerged。 Anne rose early each morning and hiked the
countryside。 Mitch slept late enough to ensure a replenished supply of
hot water for a long shower。 Meals were widely scattered and eaten alone
from supplies that remained separate and distinct。
By Tuesday Anne felt well rested and relaxed。 If Mitch continued to toss
in his sleep； she had either gotten used to the noise or she slept
soundly enough herself to blot it out。
He woke up earlier than usual that day； packed a lunch and vanished；
leaving Anne with the solitude she wanted。 Strange； though； between
work； books； and other incidental activities； she kept thinking about
him。
She was living with the guy。 Well； not in that sense。 Still； her friends
would