You’ve lost your wits.” “It’s the only way, Dutch. You’ve got to agree to help me. How else can I keep Maggie safe if she isn’t where I can keep an eye on her?” “Can’t this wait till morning, boss?” “Three-thirty is morning,” McCready responded as Dutch sat up, blinking and yawning. Keeping his eyes averted from the brightly turned-up lamp, Dutch shoved aside his blanket and, with his hands rubbing his face and threading his hair, mumbled, “Let me talk to her. She’ll listen to reason.” “Only if you kicked her charmingly rounded posterior first.” “Seems to me that you’re mighty taken with Maggie’s body since yesterday. Can’t say that I like it.” The warning didn’t make McCready stop his pacing. “Can’t say that I much care. Will you help me?” Dutch felt his sleepiness disappear.
