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waist presented a remarkable sight. Something stirred inside her. Something deep. Something primal.
    “There’s something missing. What are you not telling me?”
    “Trouble may have followed me to town.” The words were hard to say, and her voice was a whisper.
    He spun on his heel. The surprise on his face made her want those words back.
    “What makes you think that?”
    She shook her head. Stupid thing to say or think. Ray had no idea where she was hiding. “It’s nothing.”
    “Nothing my ass. What trouble followed you?” Cash caught her chin with his thumb and forefinger, lifting until her gaze met his. “Tell me.”
    She refused to deal with possibilities. Refused to believe Ray had found her. Refused to think about death and the young man it took.
    “Kiss me.” Cash could make her forget, if only for a minute.
    One corner of his mouth lifted making her insides clench. He slid her hair back over her shoulders, took a handful, and pulled her head back. Her insides melted. She wanted to consume him, wanted to be consumed by him, to push death and fear from her mind.
    His lips slid across her forehead down her nose and then gently covered her lips. Searching. Exploring. Slowly, he pulled away. He tenderly kissed her forehead then lazily walked to the kitchen. He opened cabinet doors until he located one of the few cups she owned, which he filled with coffee before returning to the couch.
    Why had he broken away? She wanted to forget for a few minutes. Now he stared at her like she’d lost her mind. “I’ve never made love to a woman that didn’t really want me to. I’m not going to start today. You’re upset and scared. This isn’t what you want.” He calmly sipped his drink, watching her over the rim of his cup. “You ready to tell me what’s troubling you?”
    Damn, she hated to admit he was right. Escaping from her fears wouldn’t make them go away.

Chapter Four
    Cash finished his coffee and sat in silence, patiently waiting for Stacey to open up. She had to confide in him of her own free will. She’d mentioned trouble and then shut down. Her emotions were all over the place, and he couldn’t take advantage of her.
    She carried both cups to the kitchen then set them on the counter, dropping to the couch next to him when she returned. Her expression was unreadable. He tried to see beneath the layer of bravado she was displaying.
    Damn, he wanted to trust that she’d grown up and was no longer under her father’s domineering thumb. Supporting herself was a big step in the right direction.
    She rested her cheek on his shoulder. He felt like a king. How could he not? Stacey snuggled against him in a quiet apartment was a dream come true. He could’ve stayed in this setting forever. If only she’d talk to him. Why’d she think trouble had followed her?
    “I’m sorry about Lance.” Cash smoothed hair off her forehead, spreading the long, golden silk across her shoulder.
    “Me too.”
    If she wasn’t going to make this easy, he’d press her. “You ready to explain your earlier statement?”
    Her body went rigid. Damn if the air in the room didn’t cool. In one motion, she scooted to the edge of the couch bed. She’d turned her back to him effectively closing him out.
    “Look, sometimes I speak without thinking. Forget I said anything.” She stood and planted her hands on her hips. “Maybe you should just go.”
    “Go?” A combo of confusion and alarm flashed through his system. “You have to trust somebody.” He didn’t want to leave but couldn’t stay. Not after she’d dismissed him.
    “It’s complicated.”
    Her cavalier gesture might’ve fooled somebody else. He didn’t miss the anxiety behind her eyes and it ripped a hole in his gut. But she’d shut him out. He stood, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her soft lips. “I don’t like leaving you alone. Call if you need me. Any time. Any place.”
    She didn’t trust him enough to confide. That was something he had to