She was wearing the same clothes he’d stripped her out of last night, and her face was washed clean of makeup, her hair caught at her nape in a band. She was scattered and flustered. She was gorgeous. She was also mad as hell. "What did you do with my SUV?" It was less of a question and more of a demand, and her fury punctuated each word. He'd been expecting gratitude, maybe a smile and another slow dance. Not … this. "It's at Fred Shine's. He's having to get the tire in from Hattiesburg. It'll be here around two, so you should be on your way by three." "Did you pay for it?" she asked, still standing inside the door, still furious, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Was that what this was about? He'd stepped on her independent toes or something? "I did, but only because it was a special order. Feel free to pay me back." "Count on it." Seconds clicked, as did her mental gears. Then her gaze dropped from his, a frown drawing her arched brows together. "Or I will as soon as I can get to an ATM.
