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stupid…he knew it was stupid…and he was going to do it anyway. “Come on.” He took her elbow and steered her back to the car.
    â€œWhat? Let go of me.” Sherry tried to pull away with as much success as could be expected. None. “Isn’t humiliating me like this enough for you?”
    He shook his head. “I have to be out of my mind.” He opened his trunk and tossed her bag in. “Because I’m taking you home with me.”
    Sherry backed away. “No way. Forget it. I’m not going home with you. Just give me back my bag and I’ll get out of your way.” She didn’t know why he offered, but shewasn’t dumb enough to take him up on it. Bad enough she’d let him drive her here.
    â€œDon’t be stupid. Where else are you going to go?” He beckoned to her. “Get in the car.”
    â€œI’m not going with you.” She didn’t know anything about him, except that he was as stubborn as the day was long and built like a Greek god. And he had a bunch of cute nephews and a silver-haired mother. And he worked at La Jolie. Management, even. Okay, so maybe she did know a little about him. But it wasn’t enough.
    â€œYes, you are. Now quit arguing and come on.” He reached for her.
    Sherry skittered out of his way, jerking her arms back. She wasn’t about to let him get hold of her. “Your overgrown sense of responsibility again? Give it a rest.”
    He propped his hands on his hips and stared at the concrete of the drive as he gave a long sigh. “Don’t you think I would if I could? Especially when I could be at home sleeping?”
    She scowled, suspicious. She hadn’t been suspicious enough in her life, and it was past time to start. Besides, she wanted to go with him. Too much. Which had to mean it was a really bad idea. He couldn’t possibly be as nice as he seemed. “If I were a guy, you wouldn’t be offering to take me home, would you?”
    â€œIf you were a guy, you could protect yourself.”
    â€œI can protect myself just fine.”
    â€œSure. If I’d wanted to, I could have carried you off the beach instead of just…” He looked embarrassed as he gestured at her purse. “You know.”
    Sherry felt the heat rise to her face. In the end, he hadn’t had to. She’d gone with him willingly. “I would have screamed.”
    â€œAnd nobody would have heard you.”
    They were getting away from the point Sherry was tryingto make. “Okay, fine. But if I were forty years old and fat, would you still take me home with you?”
    â€œIf you had no place else to go, and helpless as you are? Yeah. I would. In fact, I did. Well, it was a couple—husband and wife. They got robbed just outside the club, needed a place to stay long enough to pick up a wire from back home.” He glared at her. “You want references?”
    â€œPlease.” She didn’t understand him. His attitude was totally outside her frame of reference.
    â€œSorry. They’re a little hard to come by at this time of night.”
    â€œJust tell me why. Make me believe it. Why are you doing this?” If she could understand, maybe she could believe him. His offer was a lot more appealing than her other prospects. And the appeal didn’t have anything to do with the way his shoulders filled out that suit coat. Much.
    He sighed, looking away. He started to speak, hesitated, then tried again, as if the words were too hard to say. “I’ve been where you are,” he said. “In Pensacola, years ago. Broke, stranded, no place to stay because people I trusted—guys I was going into business with—ran off with everything I had. Somebody helped me then. He gave me a place to sleep. Helped me get back on my feet. So I know, okay? I know what it feels like.”
    Sherry found her suspicions lowering. Probably far more than they should. “I can sleep