LITMIR.BIZ

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help glancing over her shoulder at him. He held the phone away from his ear and gave her an “aren’t parents a pain, even though we love them” look that made her feel as though she was part of the in crowd.

      The momentary connection lightened her spirits. She’d never felt it with a man before. She’d thought that sort of thing only happened with girlfriends. It had certainly never happened with Allan, but a lot of things hadn’t happened with him.

      “No, you don’t have to come get me,” Kevin said. “I’ll be fine. Yes, I’ll be home in a couple of days. You’re sure it’s not an emergency, Mom? Promise?”

      He listened for a couple of minutes, then sighed. “Mom, you don’t have to worry. No, they don’t think I’ll have a limp, but I’ll have a scar and you know how chicks go for scars.”

      Haley turned her attention back to the window and tried not to think about the scar on Kevin’s leg. Would she find it attractive? She was female, but she’d never thought of herself as a chick.

      “Okay. I’ll keep you informed. I love you, too. Bye, Mom.”

      She heard a high-pitched beep as he disconnected the call.

      “How did she take it?” she asked, turning back to face him.

      “Not bad, considering. She’s distracted. Apparently a family situation has come up in the past couple of days.”

      “What does that mean?”

      “Hell if I know. She says it’s not an emergency, but she also told me we have to talk. What is it about women and conversation?”

      Haley was momentarily distracted by his easy use of the H-word. It took her a second to respond to his question.

      “Men have conversations, too.”

      “Maybe, but we never start them with the words ‘we have to talk.’” He shuddered. “Four of the most frightening words in the English language.”

      She laughed. “Why?”

      “Because they usually mean the guy has screwed up somewhere. He’s in big trouble and she’s about to tell him everything he’s going to have to do to make it right. Who wants to hear that?”

      “I see your point,” she said, which reminded her of her own. She crossed to the bed.

      “I don’t want to stay too long. I know you need your rest. But I did want to thank you for last night.”

      He brushed aside her comment with a wave of his hand. “No big deal.”

      “It was to me. You were very considerate and I appreciate that.” She clutched her purse tightly in both hands. “I’d never been drunk before.”

      “No kidding.”

      She shifted her weight from foot to foot. “I didn’t really mean for that to happen.”

      “I don’t buy that for a second, Haley. You were ordering margaritas, so you meant for something to happen.”

      “I guess you’re right.” She circled the bed and sank down into the chair. “Life is very confusing right now. I have a lot of decisions to make about my life. I thought the drive would give me time to think things through.”

      “Long drives always work for me.” He smiled at her. “It’s only been a couple of days. Give yourself a break. You’ll get it figured out.”

      His faith in her made her smile. “Thanks. What about you? What are you going to do?”

      “First, take advantage of the very generous hospitality here. I’m off duty until I’m cleared by the doctor. It could be three or four weeks.”

      “Will you go home?”

      “As soon as I can.”

      “Do you want me to take you to the airport?”

      He shook his head, then winced and touched the bandage. “You don’t have to stick around for me. Besides, I’m not flying home.”

      “Why not?”

      He pointed to his bandaged ear. “Until the swelling goes down, I’m not allowed in the air. Something about pressure and elevation.”

      She glanced at his injured leg. “So how will you get there?”

      “Drive.”

      “How?”

      “I’ll wait until I’m well enough.”

      Haley didn’t know that much about gunshot wounds, but she didn’t think they healed all that quickly. Not when the bullet had gone all the way through his leg.

      A thought occurred to her. It wasn’t as if she had an appointment or anything. Driving was driving. So what if she got to California a few days late? She could offer to take him home.

      She glanced at him, then away. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea. Kevin had been really nice and everything, but he obviously didn’t find her attractive. Would he want to spend that much time in her company? Still, she owed him. She should at least offer. It was the right thing to do.

      What she refused to acknowledge, even to herself, was the sense that she didn’t want to say goodbye. There was something about being around him that made her feel good about herself.

      “I’ve taken several first-aid classes,” she said cautiously. “We offer them at the church and in the past couple of years, I’ve been teaching them. So I have some basic first-aid knowledge.”

      He watched her without speaking. Haley cleared her throat.

      “My point is, I could probably change your bandage.”

      “Thanks, but if I can’t do it myself, I’ll just make my way to the hospital.”

      “I didn’t mean I would stay here. I was offering to drive you home.”

      It seemed that he was still inviting trouble into his life, Kevin thought as Haley spoke. She detailed all the reasons it made sense for her to help him, concluding with, “I owe you for last night. For not, um, well, taking advantage of me.”

      The last couple of words came out as a mumble. She ducked her head and he could barely make out what she was saying. Still, it was enough for him to remember helping her back to her room. Even drunk and practically incoherent, she’d been appealing. Too appealing.

      There was no way he could spend that much time with her. Shot or not, even with his head pounding, even with her in another hideous floral-print dress that looked more like a tent than a fashion statement, he wanted her. Yup, right here under the scratchy sheet, with the painkiller coursing through his veins, his groin throbbed with an ache that had nothing to do with recent injuries.

      Spending time with Haley, even the day or two it would take to get to Possum Landing, would be a level of torture he didn’t deserve.

      She was too sweet, too innocent, too…everything. She deserved way more than the likes of him.

      “I don’t want to hold you up,” he said, trying to sound gentle instead of horny. “Don’t you have an island to drive to?”

      She smiled slightly. “I already told you, I know I can’t drive to Hawaii.”

      She looked at him. Despite being a grown woman, she obviously didn’t know how to conceal what she was thinking. He could see every thought flashing through her big eyes. Hope, fear, excitement. He made her nervous, but he could see she still wanted him to say yes. For reasons that weren’t clear to him, she wanted to spend time in his company.

      Why? Did she see him as some knight who had come to her rescue?

      “I’m not one of the good guys,” he told her, angry at her for thinking the best of him and angry at himself for caring.

      She frowned. “Of course you are. You’re a U.S. Marshal.

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