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you’d already be asleep.”
    “I wasn’t. You just startled me.” Abigail stopped and gripped the steering wheel with one hand. “Oh, hell. God.” She gripped the wheel tighter. “But since we’re both up, would you mind if I used your bathroom?”
    Cade opened his mouth and then closed it. He looked as if he was going to say something, and she hoped like hell it wasn’t no. She really had to go now.
    “Please?” she said.
    He shook his head. “Of course. I just…”
    Abigail unzipped the sleeping bag, cursing her pink pajamas covered with white sheep. Why hadn’t she chosen sweats to sleep in? “Thank you.” She almost tripped getting out of the truck. He reached to help, but she flinched away. She was fine.
    He followed her into the house. Was he laughing at her pajamas behind her? Snickering at her fluffy slippers on the gravel? She wouldn’t blame him.
    After she was done, she found him leaning against the kitchen counter. Watching her.
    “You can sleep upstairs.” His words were slow and deliberate.
    Abigail realized that she had no idea who this guy was, or what he was capable of. She had trusted Eliza not to put her in danger.
    But she couldn’t be sure of anything now, could she?
    “You don’t want me here.”
    “You’re right. I don’t. But making you sleep sitting up in your car isn’t right, no matter what way I try to look at it. You can stay until you get the water on in the cottage.”
    Abigail struggled to consider it rationally. She didn’t want to stay here. With a man that she didn’t know. Men weren’t to be trusted.
    But this was Eliza’s nephew. If she could trust anyone, wouldn’t it be him? Eliza loved her, and wouldn’t place her in a dangerous situation, right?
    She was just so tired. A bed sounded good. No, it sounded wonderful. She could almost taste the feeling of lying down, prone, in a place with no bats. Eliza would want her to do this, to be brave.
    “All right. I accept.”
    He nodded and looked at the floor.
    “There was a bat,” said Abigail.
    “In the cottage?”
    “That’s why I was in the truck. I couldn’t stand to have it flapping above me.”
    He nodded. “Makes sense.”
    She struggled to appear casual. “I’m starving. Is there a grocery store nearby?”
    “You going out in your pajamas?” He looked as if he were trying not to smirk.
    “I could change. I just realized how hungry I am.”
    “It’s after ten.”
    “Okay?”
    He spoke slowly, as if she were a child. “There is a grocery store in Cypress Hollow, five miles away. It isn’t open, because it’s late.”
    “It’s only ten.”
    “The sidewalks roll up around seven, you’ll find. It’s not really a party town. I hope that’ll be all right with you, princess.”
    “Not looking for a party, cowboy. Just looking for food, but I guess that can wait until tomorrow.”
    She spun on her heel as gracefully as she could in her slippers, but she realized she didn’t know where in the house she was going, where she was supposed to sleep.
    “I have a little food.”
    She waited.
    “You could have some.”
    “I don’t want to put you out any more than I already have.”
    “I won’t be able to finish it anyway. You might as well have some.”
    She would have laughed at his grudging tone, had it been a light moment in any way at all, but his words fell with thuds in the night air.
    “Okay. Yes. Thank you. I had breakfast in Santa Barbara when I passed through this morning, but that was a really long time ago. I didn’t realize how far north this was, or how long it would take on the coast road.”
    He opened the refrigerator and leaned in.
    “Funny, I thought they still had fast food on the way here. All those joints close up?”
    Okay, he was still going to be a smart-ass. That was all right. Smart-ass she could deal with.
    “Sure. Like at every exit. But I was too excited to pull over, except for gas. And I hopped on the Pacific Coast Highway for the last few hours, from