e you from？〃
〃New York。〃
〃You just drove up from there？〃
〃Yes。 I； 〃Why？
He shot her a surprised look。 〃Why what？ Why did I just drive up； or why
am I here？〃
〃Both。〃 As Anne's pulse steadied； she lowered the poker。
〃I just got here because I had a late meeting this afternoon and
couldn't leave the city until it was done。 I'm here because I need a
week's rest； free of all human contact。 All human contact。〃
〃Why are you here？〃
〃I just told you。〃
〃But； why here； in this house？〃 She was beginning to think straight。 He
didn't look like a thug。 And he could have taken advantage of her when
he was on top； but he hadn't。
He rubbed the back of his neck； much as she had when she'd first
arrived。 〃I e here often。 And I'm sure I booked the weekend with
Miles。〃
So he did know the realtor。 He deserved credit for that。
She relaxed her grip on the poker。 〃It looks like good old Miles made
mistake。〃 Thinking about it； she frowned。 Her eyes fell。 Absently she
ran faintly shaky finger over the lip he had bruised。
In a single deft move； he had the poker out of her hands before she knew
he was there。 In that instant； terror returned。 She had been duped。
〃All right； ma'am。 Now you answer my questions；〃 he ordered。
When she tried to step back； he grabbed her shoulders and held her in
place。 The discrepancy of their heigh