confess。〃
Her voice came stronger。 〃Who are you?〃
Still he persisted。 〃It was Lennie; wasnt it? Hes been trying to set
me up with a woman for weeks now!〃 His frustration sounded sincere。
〃Who are you?〃
With a sigh of defeat; he thrust a hand in his pocket。 〃Mitch。〃
But she knew that already。 〃Where are 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 Annes pulse steadied; she lowered the poker。
〃I just got here because I had a late meeting this afternoon and
couldnt leave the city until it was done。 Im here because I need a
weeks 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
didnt look like a thug。 And he could have taken advantage of her when
he was on top; but he hadnt。
He rubbed the back of his neck; much as she had when shed first
arrived。 〃I e here often。 And Im 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; maam。 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 heights 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…〃were of the same
stock。〃