The dog ran to the sliding doors, nails clicking on the tile floor as he slid to an ungainly stop in front of the glass. At least this time he stopped before he hit, which wasn’t always the case.Bing stood outside, motioning for her to let him in.God, she was glad to see him. He’d come around. He’d come to let her know that he’d overreacted the other day. Right now, she didn’t care. With the crowd on her lawn, she was just happy that he was here.She opened the door. “I’m so glad you came. Can you make them go away?”His expression was closed, his mouth tight. “I can get them to move off your property. But they’ll be snapping pictures of me at your house, adding to the whole damn story, making this into something it isn’t.”Like maybe a relationship, she thought. He wouldn’t want that. Disappointment bit into her.“Why?” He stood in the middle of her kitchen, towering over her. He held his body stiff, his eyes cold as he asked, “Do you need money this badly?”She stared at him as she caught on to the implication.
