He might even be a useful ally in this mess. He could go places she couldn’t, and Calligan’s men were already talking to him. She could get information back to them. He could be very useful, really.

She grimaced into the darkness. Face it, Jennie, you want more than an ally. You really didn’t want to send him off to his motel tonight … not when there’s a nice bed in here, quite big enough for two.

Well, she had wanted to send him away, and at the same time, she hadn’t. She had—because it gave her a lot of satisfaction to prove to him that not only was he not the hot stud he thought he was, but she could resist his blandishments with ridiculous ease. As good-looking as he was, he probably had no problem getting all the women he wanted. He wasn’t used to being turned down, particularly not by a woman he thought was already “broke to his saddle.” The brief look of incredulous shock as she closed the door had been worth it.

The trouble was, she had to admit to herself that it had been very difficult to resist him. It would have been nice to be able to say that she was going to sleep tonight without any desires more carnal than a yearning for a bowl of the chocolate-fudge-brownie ice cream in the freezer—but not even a bowl of ice cream was going to make her forget the way the lamplight gleamed on his hair, or the broad shoulders under that black turtleneck, or the warmth in his eyes when he looked at her. Ice cream was no substitute for what she really craved.

Nope. You’re not a pushover, Talldeer, but you’re really going to have to watch your step with him. It would have been all too easy to suggest he spend the night instead of driving back across town. And then it would have been even easier to suggest that he save his money and move in with her until—

Until what? He didn’t have any particular place he called “home,” he’d made that very clear. His folks were uncomfortable with his kind of activism, and he was doing his best to keep them out of it by keeping clear of them. He had no regular job, and everything he owned fit in the trunk of his car. So why should he move out again once he’d moved in?

Oh no. That was too easy a trap to fall into. And it was a mistake she didn’t intend to make. If David Spotted Horse moved back into her life, he’d better be prepared to take her as an equal.