When someone mentioned to her that he’d left this morning, she’d told herself to be glad she was rid of this guy. Now he was back? Already? She crossed her arms and sat back on one hip. “Don’t you ever go away?” He looked up with surprisingly weary eyes. “I was heading back to Gordon Falls for the night and thought maybe you’d appreciate a lift. I can have the helicopter bring you back first thing in the morning. I’m sure you need a change of clothes, if nothing else.” That took a lot of nerve. He of all people knew he’d yanked her out of her cottage in the middle of the night and she hadn’t been back since. Where did he get off taking some kind of backhanded pity on her rumpled appearance? JJ’s cousin, Charlotte, who lived in Chicago, had sent keys to her tiny apartment while she was away on an importing trip, but it barely sufficed. All the shuttling back and forth to the hospital meant JJ could barely find ten minutes in a shower, much less a decent wardrobe change.
