placidly headed away。 〃You find the substitute；〃 he called over his shoulder。 〃I"ll be staying here。〃 She trailed him。 〃You can"t！〃 At the bathroom door he turned so suddenly that she nearly bumped into him。 She took a defensive step back。 He raised his right arm to rest high on the door。 His left； with an angry red scar glaring from its upper half； hung by his hip。 His body was a solid wall of stunning man。 〃Are you going to stop me？〃 he drawled with an insolent silver gleam in his eye。 Anne tried to think up a sensible reply。 When none came she turned on her heel and retraced her steps。 She was hungry； she told herself。 She needed breakfast。 But she didn"t do more than nibble on the scrambled eggs and toast that she made。 What to do。 If she wasn"t so far away from home and so badly in need of that distance； she might have simply packed up and left。 But she wasn"t staying out of pride。 She did need the distance。 〃Aren"t you eating？〃 Again his voice startled her。 This time； though； he was fully dressed。 His jaw was clean…shaven and smelling of a lime aftershave。 His hair was neatly bed and reached back collar of his wool plaid shirt。 A wide leather belt hugged his hips； dark blue jeans his legs。 Tan desert boots color…coordinated with his hair。 His eyes were light green and calm。 He repeated the question。 〃You"re not hungry？〃 The way he looked at her plate said that if she wasn"t； he was。 With a sigh of defeat she pushed the dish across the table。 〃Help yourself〃 With an exaggerated； 〃Thank you；〃 he lowered himself into a chair and took her up on her offer。 She was starting to think that he might actually have manners； when he said； 〃Geez； no wonder you"re so thin。 You"ve scrambled these eggs so dry they"re impossible to swallow。 If this is the way you always cook； it"s a miracle you haven"t wasted away to nothing。〃 Anne"s jaw dropped。 Jeff had never plained about anything； least of all her cooking。 Sitting straighter； she said； 〃If you don"t like my cooking； then don"t eat it！ As a matter of fact； I don"t like you very much； so why don"t we dispense with breakfast and get to work finding a solution to this mess。〃 Only when she stopped； did she realize she"d been shouting。 There were also tears in her eyes again。 Again。 Jamming her knuckles against her mouth； she looked away。 More softly； Mitch asked； 〃How did you get into this mess； as you call it； Anne？ Why aren"t you with your husband？〃 〃That"s none of your business。〃 〃Are you divorced？〃 〃No。〃 〃Are you working on the separate…vacation concept？〃 〃No。〃 〃He doesn"t know you"re here？〃 She gave a bitter laugh。 〃No。〃 〃You"ve run away？〃 Her posure cracked。 〃Will you leave me alone？ Just go！ Get out！ Let me be！〃 He didn"t move。 〃Why did you leave your husband？〃 〃That"s none of your business！〃 〃No？ In my book； marriage is a precious thing。 Some people treasure it and then lose it through no fault of their own。 Others throw it away。 If we"re going to spend the week together； I want to know which it is。 So tell me why you left him。 If it was just your lousy cooking or your selfishness in the shower； he"d have left you。〃 He paused。 〃Is that what happened？〃 She looked him in the eye。 〃He didn"t leave me。 I didn"t leave him。 We loved each other。 He was in an accident； and now he"s dead。 Dead！〃 Her chair scraped across the floor as she stood abruptly； reached angrily for his plate； and stormed to the sink。 She slammed the food facedown in it。 Then emotion overwhelmed her。 Bracing shaky arms against the counter； she hung her head。 Helplessly she gave in to quiet sobs。 She didn"t hear him e up； but there was a genuine softness in his voice。 〃I"m sorry。 I wouldn"t have pushed if I"d known。 It was thoughtless of me。〃 She brushed at the tears。 〃It doesn"t matter。〃 But it did。 It had been months since she had cried； but she couldn"t seem to stop。 When she brushed them away； more tears came。 To her horror； they came faster； until she was a sniffling bundle of misery。 Had she been thinking clearly； she would have shied from him the instant his hands touched her shoulders。 But clear thought was beyond her。 She needed fort； and he offered it。 Turning her； he pressed her head to his chest and held her while her whole body shook。 〃Better？〃 he murmured when she finally quieted。 He stroked her hair； smoothing loose strands from her damp cheeks as she nodded。 It was only when he framed her face with his hands to inspect it that she realized she was hugging his waist。 Awkward； she blushed； stepped back； and turned to leave。 〃Wait；〃 he ordered； but gently now。 〃Why don"t you sit down。 I"ll make breakfast for both of us。 You can even water down the coffee if you"d like。〃 He hesitated。 In the silence； she saw a glint of humor in his eyes。 〃Funny。 I"ve taken my coffee strong and black since I was sixteen。 Someone told me it would put hair on my chest。 I guess you don"t want that； do you？〃 Anne smiled sadly。 〃Not quite。〃 Her voice still quivered； but her eyes were drying fast。 She felt more calm now； purged。 〃You sit down；〃 he repeated； 〃while I cook。 Then we"ll decide what"s to be done about this 。。。 mess。〃 Anne helped herself to a fresh cup of coffee； adding hot water from the tap； then returned to her chair。 He worked in silence； cracking eggs into the heavy iron skillet； toasting a fresh batch of bread； pouring two glasses of orange juice； toting it all to the table。 She ate everything on her plate； matching him egg for egg； toast for toast； juice for juice。 Then he poured her a second cup of coffee； filled the creamer with water and put that too before her。 Back in his chair； he said； 〃I spent a lot of time last night thinking about this。 I planned to do some fishing； some hiking； some reading； and a lot of sleeping。 What had you wanted to do？〃 She tipped up her chin。 〃Read。 Work。 Take walks； explore the neighborhood； enjoy the solitude。〃 He looked out the window。 Bright sun lit the yard。 〃Look； this may sound crazy； but I think we can both stay here。 We both seem to want quiet and solitude。 We can each just go our ow