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having you take care of him, instead of carting him off to the nearest hospital and handing him off to be someone else’s problem, is the right thing to do.”
    He appeared unconvinced. “Right for who, Miss Stevi? Him? Or you?”
    Again, she didn’t have anything logical to offer as an explanation. A gut feeling didn’t really translate all that well into logic.
    “Maybe both. Him, definitely.”
    “And if he is a criminal?” Silvio pressed.
    But he’s not. I just know it. She flashed the gardener a smile. “Then you and Shane and Wyatt will protect me.”
    “And who will protect me from your father when he finds out that I let you do this?”
    Stevi’s grin grew wider, brighter, as she answered, “Why, me, of course.”
    Silvio shook his head. There was no amusement in his eyes.
    “You will forgive me, Miss Stevi,” he told her solemnly, “but I do not find your assurance to be comforting. I do not like lying to the man who took me in without question.”
    “Did you ever think that my father might want to do the same thing for this man?” she challenged.
    Try as she might, she couldn’t read Silvio’s expression or guess what he was thinking.
    “If you feel that way, then why are you hiding him in your room?” Silvio posed. “Why do we not go to your father right now and tell him?”
    Silvio responded only to the truth, so she gave him an honest answer. “Because he asked me to help him and right now, this is part of it.”
    Silvio looked at her in surprise. “He talked to you?”
    She nodded.
    Silvio frowned and sighed mightily. “I do not know where to begin. Do you know what kind of a chance you took?” he asked. “When you saw him lying on the beach like that, you should have come to get me right away. This man could have hurt you.”
    “He was half-drowned and he had a bullet wound in his chest. This man couldn’t have hurt a sand flea,” she protested, waving a hand.
    “He could have been pretending to be unconscious so that he could overpower you,” Silvio pointed out.
    She laughed.
    “The beach was deserted. How could he have even known I was coming?” She looked at him and knew her words were falling on deaf ears. “You’re going to go on worrying about this, aren’t you?”
    He didn’t answer her directly. “We will have this conversation again after you tell your father.”
    She nodded her agreement. “Okay, it’s a deal.” Silvio crossed back to the door. She saw the hesitation in his eyes as he looked back over his shoulder at the man on her bed.
    “I do not like leaving you with him.”
    “He’s wounded,” she reminded him. “Not to mention unconscious.”
    Silvio still didn’t budge. “What will you do?” he asked.
    She wasn’t sure what he was really asking, so she told him exactly what she intended to do next. “Take a shower, change, get some breakfast. The usual.”
    The frown on his square, tanned face deepened. “You are going to undress?”
    She answered his question as seriously as she could. “I find taking a shower with my clothes on doesn’t get me as clean as I’d like.”
    He didn’t crack a smile. “Lock the bathroom door.”

CHAPTER FOUR
    S MILING TO HERSELF , she flipped the lock on her bedroom door as a precautionary measure. Not because she didn’t want Silvio to walk in—he was the only one she actually didn’t mind coming in at this point. However, if anyone else walked in and saw the stranger in bed while she was in the shower, she would have to do a great deal of explaining really quickly.
    “Silvio doesn’t trust you,” she said to the stranger lying on top of her comforter—she was probably going to have to get a new one, she realized. Blood didn’t always wash out. “Are you trustworthy?” she asked as she stood studying his face. It was a handsome face, but did it belong to a man who was ultimately trustworthy? A man who told the truth at all times, not just when it was convenient? “Am I being a fool to think I’m