Rachael sighed. “I’m sorry.” Why did he have to be so blasted nice when she wanted a rip-roaring fight? It would have been nice to take her frustration out on him and pretend justification. She heaved a long-suffering sigh. “I’m feeling sorry for myself, that’s all. I honestly don’t know what’s going on half the time. It makes me feel stupid.” And helpless. She felt so helpless she wanted to scream. She did not want to be trapped in a house with a total stranger who looked every bit as dangerous as he obviously was. “You are a stranger to me, aren’t you?” She could feel the heat of his gaze right down to her toes. Why didn’t he feel like a stranger? When he touched her, why was it so familiar to her?

His eyebrow shot up. “You’re in my bed. I’ve been taking care of you night and day for a couple of days. You’d better hope I’m not a stranger.”

Rachael thumped her head against the pillow in sheer frustration. “See what you do? What kind of answer is that? Did you grow up in a monastery where they taught you to speak in riddles? Because if that’s what you’re trying to do, believe me it sounds more annoying and idiotic than mysterious and prophetic.” She blew upward at her bangs. “My hair is driving me crazy, do you have scissors?”

“Why is it you’re always asking me for sharp instruments?”

She burst out laughing. The sound filled the room and startled several birds perched on the railing of the verandah. They took flight with a noisy flutter of wings and a scolding trill. “I feel like I have to apologize to you every other sentence. I broke into your home, used your shower, slept in your bed, bashed you in the head and forced you to take care of me while I’m all out of it and grumpy. Now I’m threatening you with sharp instruments.”

“Threatening to cut your hair might hurt as much.” He moved across the distance separating them and bent down to look into her eyes, his fingers curling in her hair. “No one can force me to do anything I don’t want to do.” The one exception might be the intriguing woman lying in his bed, but he wasn’t going to admit that to her…or to himself. “Your hair is short enough. You don’t need to cut more off.” He rubbed the ragged edges of her hair between the pads of her fingers.

“It used to be much longer. But it’s so thick, with the humidity it’s very hot.”

“I’ll find something to put it up and get it off your neck.”

“Don’t bother, Rio, I’m just edgy.” His kindness made her ashamed.