Big trouble. Apprehension made her knees quiver and her mouth dry, but from somewhere she dredged up bravado that bordered on hysteria. “So, Bruno,” she said with an insincere smile that felt wobbly, “here we are. Hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.” “I may never be able to father children, but I’ll be just fine.” He sat up slowly, a look on his face that didn’t bode well for pleasant conversation. “Children are overrated,” she said perkily. “Just as well you won’t add to the population.” His dark glance in her direction made her stomach flip. “Yeah, the population is out of control,” he said flatly, “so maybe one less person would be doing the world a favor.” Not a promising response. Would anyone hear her if she screamed? Surely, Mrs. Shipley would hear her; she heard everything. Unless she’d taken her nightly medication of Benadryl and a couple of shots of vodka. What time was it, anyway? Harley edged closer to the door when he heaved himself up, looking grumpy and pretty uncomfortable.
