She was holding onto the edge of the kitchen table for dear life."Look, I'm sorry I sprang this on you so bluntly," Quint said, "but I thought it had to have occurred to you that I needed a place to sleep.""Well, it hadn't! Until a few hours ago I didn't even know that you existed, much less that you'd be invading my home. And needing a place to sleep." Aileen pressed her hand against her temple."Darlin', if my sleeping in the same house is what's bothering you, it shouldn't. I like tall, pale blondes or tiny, fiery brunettes. You're neither, so you're safe from me."Aileen knew her mouth dropped open but she couldn't help it. The man's arrogant assumptions were as astonishing as they were disturbing and insufferable. And then he had the audacity to level one of his killer smiles at her. Gathering her dignity around her and lifting her chin, she said, "It's reassuring to know that I'm not your type, and since you are not my type either, you'll be perfectly safe from me as well." She thought she saw his smile falter for a second.
