He’d made a statement of fact, but it was as if he’d shot her. She sprang up from the couch, and the way her expression turned feral told him more than he wanted to know.

“Get out of here before I call the police!”

All he had to do was walk through the door. God knew he had enough aggravation on his plate right now with the publicity the People article had kicked up. And just being with her was making his gut churn. If only he could forget the way she’d looked when she’d been trying to hold on to that baby.

Even as the words were coming out of his mouth, he tried to cut them off. “Get dressed. You’re coming with me.”

Her rage seemed to frighten her, and he watched her struggle to make light of it. The best she could manage was a pitiful croak. “Been smoking a little too much weed, have you?”

Furious with himself, he stomped up the five steps that led to her bedroom loft. Her pit bull shadowed him to make sure he didn’t steal the jewelry. He looked down at her from over the top of the kitchen cabinets. God, he hated this. “You can either get yourself dressed or go with me the way you are. Which will probably get you quarantined by the Health Department.”

She lay back on the couch. “You’re so wasting your breath.”

It would be for only a few days, he told himself. He was already in a foul mood about being forced to drive up to the Wind Lake Campground. Why not make himself completely miserable by bringing her along?

He’d never intended to go back there, but he couldn’t avoid it. For weeks he’d been telling himself he could sell off the property without seeing it again. But when he couldn’t answer any of the questions his business manager had posed, he’d known he had to bite the bullet and see exactly how run-down it had become.

At least he’d be getting rid of two ugly duties at the same time. He’d settle the campground and badger Molly into getting her butt moving again. Whether it worked or not would be up to her, but at least his conscience would be clean.

He unearthed a suitcase from the back of her closet and yanked open her drawers. Unlike her messy kitchen, here everything was neatly arranged. He tossed shorts and tops in the suitcase, then threw in some underwear. He found jeans along with sandals and a pair of sneakers. A couple of sundresses caught his eye. He threw them on top. Better to take too much than have her sulk because she didn’t have what she wanted.