of my coffee did
you put into that pot？ I don't see any groceries of yours around here。
Make yourself right at home； thanks a lot。〃
His anger faded。 Lips twitching； he leaned nonchalantly against the
doorjamb。 〃Why shouldn't I make myself at home？ I plan to spend the week
here。〃
She sputtered out a furious laugh。 〃Oh； no； you're not。〃 She rose
quickly； forgetting every good intention to keep calm。 〃You'll have to
find another place。 I'm sure you'll have no trouble； what with your
delightful personality and winning smile。〃
With an arrogant shift of his shoulders； he left the doorjamb and
placidly headed away。 〃You find the substitute；〃 he called over his
shoulder。 〃I'll be staying here。〃
She trailed him。 〃You can't！〃
At the bathroom door he turned so suddenly that she nearly bumped into
him。 She took a defensive step back。
He raised his right arm to rest high on the door。 His left； with an
angry red scar glaring from its upper half； hung by his hip。 His body
was a solid wall of stunning man。
〃Are you going to stop me？〃 he drawled with an insolent silver gleam in
his eye。
Anne tried to think up a sensible reply。 When none came she turned on
her heel and retraced her steps。 She was hungry； she told herself。 She
needed breakfast。 But she didn't do more than nibble on the scrambled
eggs and toast that she made。