ts appalled her。 Even accounting
for the fact that she had no shoes on； Mitch was nearly a foot taller。
〃Who are you？〃 he asked with an air of mand； even subtle threat。
She began to tremble again。 〃Anne。〃
〃From 。。。 ？）
〃New York。〃
〃So〃…a smile touched his mouth but went no further…〃we're of the same
stock。〃
〃Hardly。〃
Her sharp gaze and clipped response erased his smile。 〃When did you
arrive？〃
She resented his questions。 She had a rental agreement。 This was her
place。 〃I don't see that this…〃
Hard fingers dug into her upper arms； stopping short of a shake。 〃When
did you get here？〃
〃Early this evening。〃
〃Why are you here？ Both versions。〃
He had relaxed his grip on her shoulders； but she wanted out all the
way。 〃Can I sit down？ My legs are wobbly。〃
He held his hands out to the sides for an instant； then dropped them。
The right went to his waist； the left to his pocket。 〃Be my guest。 Sit。〃
She retreated to the wing…back chair and watched him add logs to the
fire。 He used his right hand。 His left remained in his pocket。 It struck
her that he avoided using it。
He approached her again； tall and imposing。 〃Why did you e？〃
She tipped her chin in defiance of his stance。 〃I'm here on vacation。 I
arranged it with Mr。 Cooper and prepaid for the week。〃
〃You have proof？〃
〃Of course。〃
〃Let me