He walked past the dog to the bedroom and set down Molly’s suitcase, then made his way to the kitchen. She wasn’t there, but Charlotte Long had seen her disappear inside, and he found her on the porch, asleep in the hammock. Her watchdog scampered past him to do guard duty. Kevin gazed down at her.

She looked small and defenseless. One hand curled under her chin, and a lock of dark brown hair fell over her cheek. Her lashes were thick, but not thick enough to hide the shadows under her eyes, and he felt guilty for the way he’d been bullying her. At the same time, something told him she wouldn’t react well to coddling. Not that he could have coddled her anyway. He still had too much resentment.

His eyes skimmed along her body, then lingered. She wore bright red capri jeans and a rumpled yellow sleeveless blouse with one of those Chinese collars. When she was awake and being her normal smart-ass self, it was hard to see her showgirl ancestry, but asleep it was a different story. Her ankles were trim, her legs slim, and her hips had a nice soft curve. Beneath her blouse, her breasts rose and fell, and, through the open V, he caught a glimpse of black lace. His hand itched to pop open the buttons and see more.

His reaction disgusted him. As soon as he got back to Chicago, he’d better call an old girlfriend because it had clearly been too long since he’d had sex.

The Klingon must have been reading his mind because he started to growl at him, then barked.

Roo awakened her. Molly eased her eyes open, then sucked in her breath as she saw the shadow of a man looming over her. She tried to sit up too quickly, and the hammock tipped.

Kevin caught her before she could fall and set her on her feet. “Don’t you ever think first?”

She brushed the hair from her eyes and tried to blink herself awake. “What do you want?”

“Next time tell me when you’re going to disappear.”

“I did.” She yawned. “But you were too busy gaping at Mrs. Anderson’s breasts to pay attention.”

He pulled a bent-willow chair away from the wall and sat down on it. “That couple is completely worthless. The minute you turn your back on them, they’re climbing all over each other.”

“They’re newlyweds.”

“Yeah, well, so are we.”

There was nothing she could say to that. She sank down on the metal glider, which was missing its cushions and very uncomfortable.

His expression grew calculating. “One thing I’ll say about Amy, at least she supports her husband.”

“The way he was holding her against the tree—”

“It’s the two of them against the world. Working side by side. Helping each other out. A team.”

“If you think you’re being subtle, you’re not.”