Yet. “I hadn’t intended to be your hero,” he replied in a low voice. His expression was frank, borderline troubled. “But I still think I should stay one more night.” Tara stared at him, which seemed better than throwing something at him. “And if I don’t agree,” she asked stonily, “are you going to do something stupid like sleep in your truck in the yard?” He shook his head. “I’ll go back to town.” “Honestly.” “Yeah.” He paused. “I think.” Tara let out a breath. It wasn’t so much that she minded him staying at the place. It was a big house, after all. A guesthouse. No, it was the feeling that she was becoming dependent on this man in ways she hadn’t anticipated that bothered her. But, on the other hand, if Ryan did come back, she wouldn’t mind watching Matt knock the snot out of him. She knew he’d do it so much better than she could. A corner of her mouth tightened. “One night, and that’s it.” There was a flash of relief in Matt’s hazel gaze, there and then gone.
