She'd assumed she'd beat him back, even with her detour to the diner for onion rings. He got up and walked slowly toward the car, his movements controlled but stiff with displeasure. She climbed out of the front seat and popped the trunk. A pissed-off Texas Ranger didn't scare her. Before she could get back to the trunk, Sam was there, lifting out two grocery sacks and handing one each to Henry and Lillian. "Go on," he said. "Take them inside." They obeyed without question. There was one more sack and a gallon of milk. Kara reached for the milk, but Sam touched her elbow, his black eyes narrowed as he gave her his best Texas drawl. "You need to learn the difference between mine and thine, Miss Kara." "If you hadn't parked behind my car, I wouldn't have had to take yours. I left you a note, so don't get all steely-eyed about me going to town." "Time you and I got a few things straight." "Such as?" But he must have sensed something in her tone—ei- ther that or he'd been sitting on the steps thinking dark thoughts for too long—because he took another step closer to her and laced his fingers into her hair, gently drawing her head back so that her eyes were locked with his.
