She shifted in her seat and placed her purse on her lap to rummage through the contents—for what, he had no idea. Now that it was just the two of them, she was obviously nervous, even a little flustered, and that knowledge gave him a whole lot of satisfaction considering the way she’d left him high and dry the evening before. He was also placated by the realization that she wasn’t as unaffected by what had happened between them at the club as she’d like him to believe. But as much as her abrupt departure last night had chafed him, that really wasn’t what concerned him right now. Knowing she was in danger, that she had a potential stalker pursuing her to the point that the person knew where she lived, raised every one of his protective instincts. Ensuring her safety was his main focus, and if that meant being able to spend more time with her, well, he wasn’t about to complain about that bonus. She withdrew her car keys from her bag and stood.
