Her clothing, if not her composure, had been restored. "I think you'd better go," she said coldly. "I think you'd better grow up." She curbed her fury. Confrontations had never been enjoyable or easy for her. "Simply because I don't want to be manhandled on the living room floor is no reason for you to be insulting." "What bothers you the most? The handling?" He hooked his thumbs through his belt loops and assumed an arrogant stance. "Or the man?" Her mouth dropped open. "Just what are you implying, Law?" "Nothing," he said with a nonchalant shrug. "I'll be in touch." He started to go past her, but she grabbed his arm. "I think you are implying something. And it's totally unfounded." "Unfounded?" His eyes, so fluid and feverish with passion only minutes before, were now brittle and disparaging. "Why do you freeze up every time a man touches you?" "I don't!" "You sure as hell can't prove it by me!" he shouted. "Why haven't you ever been married?" "That's none of your business." "It damn sure is.
