Lisa finally met Yancey's accusing gaze. "Not as far as I'm concerned," She spoke to Len without taking her eyes off Yancey.
His smoldering gaze finally shifted to Len. "No, I guess not."
Len looked uncomfortable. "I'm sorry. I should have called." He glanced back at Lisa. "I found a car for you. Would you like to come take a look at it?"
Her attention was completely diverted from Yancey. "A car? Yes. Where is it?"
"In Huntsville. It's a nice one, low mileage and looks to be in excellent condition. The owner is selling it because he bought a truck. I saw it in the paper yesterday and thought since I had Saturday off, I'd come out and look at it for you."
"Sure, I'll get my purse." She started to turn.
"Where is your car?" Len asked.
She glanced at Yancey, who was watching her with a confused expression. She shrugged. "It's a long story. I'll tell you on the way."
She didn't look at Yancey when they left. One thing was clear. He didn't like a police officer there - or her leaving with him, but what could he say? More importantly, what would he say when she returned? Having a car would provide the opportunity to leave at her will instead of his.
On the way to town, she told Len about the car and how she had come to meet the Giddon family. He was silent while she talked. When he spoke, his perspective surprised her.
"It seems you may be romantically involved with this man."
She stared at him. "Romantically involved? Whatever did I say to make you think that?"
He glanced at her and shook his head. "You've never been the impulsive kind. You think things over for a long time before you make decisions - even in small matters. This big handsome galoot comes along and opens his lavish home to you. Even though you know nothing about him, you accept." He was silent a moment. "I can understand how you might want the closeness of . . . . family, but you seem happy there. When you two walked in, I could feel the electricity. He was jealous."
Lisa stared at his profile. At least he had found the correct profession. His observance was not only dead-on, it was disturbing. What else did he know or suspect? She chose her words carefully.
"Well, he is possessive - and moody."
"And somehow irresistible," he chimed in dryly.