"Oh, I forgot to ask." Did Connie tell Allen where to find me?"
"No, but she did say he visited you. Did he say what he wanted?"
"He didn't really get the chance. He had been drinking and was being a jerk. Y . . . Mr. Giddon heard him and kicked him off the place. Verbally, not literally. You should have seen Allen's face. He was scared."
Len pulled the truck into the yard and stopped. "Yeah, I can imagine. He has a way of looking at you . . . Well, as I said. Be careful. You have my number, don't you?" At her nod he continued. "Call me if you need me - and you won't be taking advantage of me. I know the score and it's my choice."
She smiled. "You're the sweetest person I've ever met."
"Yeah?" Len grinned. He leaned over and kissed her. "I'll keep that in mind the next time the sergeant barks at me."
She returned his kiss. "I'll let you know if I hear something I think you need to know." With that said, she got out of the truck and watched him leave. She was still smiling when she walked back into the kitchen.
Yancey was alone in the kitchen. He turned and leaned back against the counter, surveying her with obvious distaste.
"I take it you didn't like the car." His tone was sarcastic.
Her smile broadened. "Oh no. I liked it. I decided to buy it. Len is going to take care of the details for me.
"Oh, is that what the kiss was for?"
"Nope. It was because he's such a sweet guy." She turned and left the room. Let him stew on that for a while. She headed for her room and a little rest before supper.