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back out of the doorway. He could see the questions and the confusion on Honey’s face, but it was far too early for him to go into long explanations on his family history. “Go on and let her drink her coffee in peace.”
    Gabe put on an innocent face, but laughter shone in his eyes. “I wasn’t bothering her!”
    â€œYou were flirting.”
    â€œNot that she noticed.” He grinned shamefully. “She was too busy watching you.”
    That sounded intriguing—not that he intended to dwell on it or to do anything about it. Likely she watched him because he was the one most responsible for her. “I’ll be at the office after I’ve showered and gotten dressed.”
    â€œAll right. I’ll go get my tools together.”
    Sawyer stepped back into the room and shut the door, then leaned against it. Just as Gabe had mentioned, Honey watched him, her blue eyes wide and wary. He nodded at her unfinished roll. “You done?”
    â€œOh.” She glanced down at the plate as if just remembering it was there. “Yes.” She wiped her fingers on the napkin he’d provided and patted her mouth. “Thank you. That was delicious. I hadn’t realized I was so hungry.”
    Eating less than one cinnamon roll qualified as hungry? He grunted. “More coffee?”
    â€œYes, please.”
    Her continued formality and good manners tickled him. Here she was, bundled up in his bed, naked except for his son’s jersey, and with every other word she said please. She still sounded like a rusty nail on concrete, but she didn’t look as tense as she had last night. Probably the need for sleep had been more dire than anything else. As he refilled her cup, emptying the carafe, he said, “I have spare toothbrushes in my office. If you’d like, I can give you one. I’d go get yours, but I’m not sure which box it’s in.”
    â€œI’m not sure, either.”
    â€œOkay, then. I’ll fetch you one in a bit.” He finished his own coffee while leaning on the dresser, looking at her. “Before I start getting ready for my day, you want to tell me who you are?”
    She went so still, it alarmed him. He set down his empty cup and folded his arms over his chest. “Well?”
    â€œI think,” she muttered, not quite meeting hisgaze, “that it’ll be simpler all around if I don’t involve you.”
    â€œYou don’t trust me?”
    â€œTrust a man I’ve known one day?”
    â€œWhy not? I haven’t done anything to hurt you, have I?”
    â€œNo. It’s not that. It’s just…Sawyer, I can’t stay here. I don’t want to endanger you or your son or your brothers.”
    That was so ludicrous he laughed. And her lack of trust, regardless of the time limits, unreasonably annoyed him. “So you think one little scrawny woman is better able to defend herself than four men and a strapping fifteen-year-old?”
    Her mouth firmed at his sarcasm. “I don’t intend to get into a physical battle.”
    â€œNo? You’re going to just keep running from whatever the hell it is you’re running from?”
    â€œThat’s none of your business,” she insisted.
    His jaw clenched. “Maybe not, but it would sure simplify the hell out of things if you stopped being so secretive.”
    She pinched the bridge of her nose and squeezed her eyes shut. Sawyer felt like a bully. Just because she’d sat up and eaten a little didn’t mean she was up to much more than that. He sighed in disgust—at himself and her—then pushed away from the dresser to remove the tray from her lap.
    She glanced at him nervously. “I…I don’t mean to make this more difficult.”
    He kept his back to her, not wanting her to seehis frown. “I realize that. But you’re going to have to tell me something sooner or later.”
    A heavy hesitation filled the