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asked, reaching for her seat belt. This time he didn't stop her, didn't move as she opened the door and slid out. Her legs were a little wobbly, but she managed to disguise it by clinging to the door for a moment. She still didn't recognize what kind of car it was—something low and sleek and fast, but she wasn't enough of a real Californian to care about cars. She was going to have to come up with something to tell the police, but right then her brain wasn't working on all cylinders.
    Her mother hadn't taught her anything worth knowing in twenty-eight years, but Hana had instilled good manners no matter what the circumstances. Clinging to the door, Summer leaned over, peering into the darkened car. "Er…thank you for saving my life," she said lamely.
    There was just the faint ghost of a smile on his rich, beautiful mouth. "It was nothing," he said, and the depressing truth of it was, he meant it. Her life was nothing to him. Not that it should matter, she reminded herself. She preferred being invisible.
    She could feel his eyes watching her as she walked up the narrow sidewalk to her front door. She was overcome by the same sense of intrusion, invasion, protection. It was a crazy combination of all three, though she wasn't quite sure where the protective aspect came from. Maybe simply because he'd saved her before scaring her.
    She closed the front door behind her, triple locking it, and then leaned against it to catch her breath. She heard the sound of his car drive away, out of her life. The last ounce of tension finally drained from her body, her knees gave out and she sank down on the floor, leaning against the doorjamb and putting her head against her knees as she shook.
    She had no idea how long she sat there, curled up in a kind of mindless panic, but at least she wasn't crying. She never cried—not since she'd been told of her Hana's death in a hit-and-run accident. Summer had been fifteen. That made a solid thirteen years without shedding a tear, and she intended to keep it that way.
    And she'd cowered enough. She grabbed hold of the doorknob and pulled herself to her feet, steeling herself to ignore the faint tremor in her legs. She peered out the window, but there was no sign of the sleek, low-slung sports car and her nameless rescuer. He was gone. If only she could rid herself of the almost physical feel of his eyes on her, still watching her.
    She switched on a light and winced in the blinding brightness. She'd be happier in shadows right now, but shadows could hide scary things, and she had no intention of being scared anymore. She'd fought that battle once before, and she wasn't going to let herself be vulnerable again.
    Her feet hurt, and she realized belatedly that sometime during the night she'd lost her shoes. They were expensive, but uncomfortable, and good riddance. She was going to strip off her clothes and throw them out, too, get rid of anything that reminded her of this hideous night. But first she was going to eat something, anything, have a glass of wine and try to rid herself of the lingering touch of his eyes, watching her.
    The Ben & Jerry's had ice crystals, the raspberry yogurt was past its due date, the cheese had mold. She couldn't find the wine opener, and the only beer she had in the fridge was
Sapporo—no thank you. She didn't want to think about anything Japanese and she walked through her living room with eyes averted, pushing the shoji screen aside. There was nothing she wanted more than to strip off her clothes and climb into the hot tub, but Hana-san had trained her well. Summer's feet were grass-stained and bloody, and she wanted to get the feel of the night off her before she settled into the blessed warmth of the water. She showered quickly, then climbed into the big cedar tub just outside her bedroom.
    It
was
a blessing. She closed her eyes and let the warm, healing water flow around her. For a few minutes she didn't have to think, didn't have to worry. For a few blessed