His arms were crossed over his chest, and he looked like he wanted to strangle her. “Explain.” One hoarsely uttered, clipped word. She clutched her purse as she stopped in front of him. “I had to get out of the station, clear my head. And it dawned on me, that with all the craziness going on lately, I hadn’t made my mortgage payment this month.” He looked up at the sky, as if he were praying for divine guidance. “You went to the bank to pay your mortgage. You expect me to believe that?” “Of course. It’s the truth.” He held out his hand. “Give me your purse.” “Excuse me?” He raised a brow. “If all you were doing was making your mortgage payment, you’ve got nothing to hide.” “If you want it that badly, take it.” She slapped the purse into his hand. “But it’s really not the right color for your outfit.”
