Her head whipped toward him. “What are you doing?” “Coming inside with you.” “Into my house.” “That’s where you’re going, right?” She needed to change out of his shirt and sweats before he took her to the sheriff’s office to give her statement about the accident, but she didn’t want him to see where and how she lived. Her home was nothing like his spacious, clean, bright house. “What’s the matter, Bell? You’ve met my entire family. Don’t you think I should meet your grandmother?” “No.” “Why?” “Because it’s different, and you know it.” “Sweetheart, there is nothing and no one who will change my mind about the way I feel about you.” “Don’t be so sure about that.” “You’ve seen my past.
