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difference to Shelby. He could have five wives for all she cared. Though she doubted he’d find that many women willing to put up with him.
    He took her empty bottle and rinsed it out along with his. As he stood at the sink she got her first good look at his behind. His very nice behind. He was tall and muscular without being too husky, a body type she’d always appreciated. Okay, so he had a few decent assets.
    A loud bark made her jump.
    Just as the dog came bounding in, she caught Violet’s mischievous grin. The woman had paused at the screen door and watched her ogle Trent.
    Shelby did the only thing she could do. She smiled back. “Thank you for the food. I’ll be sure to return your dish,” she said. “Or maybe you’d like to join us for dinner?”
    Trent turned, his eyes narrowed. “Excuse me, but this is still my house.”
    â€œHalf,” Shelby said. “Half your house. I think we can agree on that for the time being. Don’t you?”
    â€œHell no.”
    Violet let out a howl of laughter as the screen slammed behind her. Shelby could see how her cackle might get on a person’s nerves after a while. She bent to pet the dog’s head and as the sound faded, watched Trent drop the rinsed bottles into a plastic milk crate, purposely ignoring her.
    â€œI’ll get my things from the car,” she told him, not surprised when he didn’t answer. “I hope there’s a spare room.”
    â€œNope.”
    â€œThis is a three-bedroom house. You can’t be sleeping in all three rooms.”
    â€œYes, I could, but as it happens, I use one for storage.” He paused. “And the third as my office.”
    She glanced at the laptop sitting on the table, then raised her brows at him. “I bet there’s enough space for me to sleep.”
    â€œI have private stuff in there. I can’t give just anyone access.”
    â€œHmm, well, I suppose I’ll have to take the couch.”
    â€œI watch TV late. Sometimes till three in the morning.”
    â€œNo wonder you don’t have time to keep the place up,” she said, sweeping a gaze over the cracked linoleum floor and chipped Formica countertops, before returning to Trent.
    His eyes had turned a steely gray. It made him look a bit dangerous, and she suppressed a shiver. “See, that’s the beauty of owning my own place. I don’t have to answer to anyone. And you know what else? The couch is mine.”
    She drew in a deep breath, refusing to look away. If she hadn’t met the
other
Trent, the more affable man who’d teased Violet, the man who had seemed genuinely stricken over accidentally hitting her, Shelby would’ve left by now. She’d be too afraid to be in the house alone with him. Also, knowing Violet was next door helped.
    No, she couldn’t afford to lose ground now. What was that saying about possession accounting for nine-tenths of the law? “I’d like to see the storage room. And your office. Maybe we can move things around. I don’t need much space.”
For now.
Luckily, she’d noticed the perfect spot to make her jewelry.
    He snorted a laugh. “Lady, you are something else. You wanna stick around, feel free to sleep in your car.”
    â€œI thought about it,” she said, pleased that she’d surprised him. “But since neither of us can actually prove ownership, I don’t think I should be inconvenienced.”
    Trent stared back, shaking his head. “You’re willing to stay in a house, alone, with a strange man. I could be a serial killer, a bank robber, an ex-con—”
    â€œWith a whole town willing to vouch for you? I don’t think so.” She smiled. “Shall I poke around on my own, or do you want to show me the rest of the house?”
    He folded his muscular arms across his chest. “Look me in the eye and tell me you honestly don’t believe this dispute is going