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He let go of her, sat back, clasped the steering wheel and stared out the windshield

“Okay You’re broke You have nowhere to go Nobody you can turn to for help” He looked at her, his voice cold “Have I left anything out?”

Sienna lifted her shoulders, then dropped theesture It ain and kiss her not as he just had, with anger at himself, at her, at fate, but with tenderness

He wouldn’t, of course

Why should he feel tender toward a woman who’d dropped into his life without invitation?

Still, no way could he si otherwise had been foolish His s, cats, one time an orphaned raccoon, another a baby possum Linda hadn’t teased him about it so h to do, dealing with hi she needed was a stray underfoot

But Linda had nothing to do with this This was about Sienna She was a probleured out what to do about it, he’d handle it

He took the bills he’d tried to give her earlier from his shirt pocket, sat forward, took his wallet from his jeans, thumbed out all the bills and held all the money toward her She looked at his hand, then at him The expression on her face would have frozen an entire ocean

“I already told you No”

“What do you mean, no?”

“Ifrom you except a lift back to the bus station”

He stared at her for a long minute Then he shook his head, stuffed the bills and the wallet into his pocket

“You,” he said grimly, “are impossible”

Sienna thought that he ht But she didn’t want hishe could buy her off, didn’t want anything except what he had not offered, and, God, she wasn’t just impossible, she was crazy

She was furious with hi but show her another act of kindness even if he’d done it with all the charrizzly

Even if it wasn’t the one thing she really wanted

When he’d co her name; when he’d located her and come toward her…Her heart, her foolish, foolish heart, had bounced straight into her throat

He’d coht This time, he really had co to tell her that, to say it didn’t matter hohen or where they’d stumbled across each other, all that counted was that they had

But he hadn’t done or said anything rerabbed her as if she were a—a sack of laundry, hauled her to his truck, driven her out here in grim silence and then asked her questions she couldn’t answer

The worst of it was, she couldn’t blame him