"So you're worried for my safety, huh?"
She gave me a look suggesting she'd already reached the end of her rope – the one she wanted to strangle me with. "I wouldn't put itthatway."
"You can't take it backnow," I teased. "Should I be flattered?"
She scoffed like I'd just said something ridiculous. "No."
Well, that was disappointing – and hilarious in a roundabout way. "Why not?"
"Because I'm not worried aboutyou. I'mworriedabout the poor slob who's gonna hit you."
I still didn't move. "A slob? On a bike?"
She sighed. "It could be a kid, you know."
Now that was funny."So…a kid who's a slob?"
"I never said that."
"Sure you did."Was I needling her?
Maybe a little.But in my own defense, she was the one who'd started it.
"Fine," she sighed. "Forget the kid. Just move off the road, okay?"
I strolled toward her, moving slow enough to make a point.I wasn't afraid of slobs, regardless of their size.
Immature?
Probably.
But there was something about Tessa Sinclair that made me feel about ten years younger and a lot less jaded.
When I reached her side, she gave me an expectant look. "So?"
"So, what?"
"Were you following me or what?"
Granted, she was beautiful. And Iwasintrigued. But I wasn't the stalker type. I barked out a laugh. "Trust me. If I were following you, you'd know."
I wasn't known for being subtle.Cocky?
Hell, yeah.
But I knew what I knew.
And right now? I knew that Tessa Sinclair wasn't jonesing for a hookup.Could I change her mind?Probably.
But the world was full of beautiful women, and this one was nothing but trouble.
Her mouth opened, closed, and opened again before she finally said, "I didn't mean following me likethat."She hesitated, then tried again."I just mean, why are you here?"
I held up my cell and gave it a little wave. "Youdoremember my phone, right?"
"I didn't mean on the road. I just meant…here on the island."
It was a funny question, but I didn't laugh."Shouldn'tI be here?" It was time to turn the tables. "Why areyouhere?"
