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give him the satisfaction. “Of course not. Why would your staying here be a problem for me?”
    “Extra work for you. I know you’re used to it being only you and Aunt Ana.”
    Another veiled comment. The man was full of them, wasn’t he? “Extra work won’t be a problem. Cleaning is cleaning. Besides, like you said, it’s temporary, right?”
    “We can only hope. I figure I’ll stay until Ana gets back on her feet. Make sure there aren’t any problems.”
    What kind of problems? Was he afraid Patience would take off with the silver? Why didn’t he just come out and say what was really on his mind?
    “You don’t trust me, do you?”
    “No, I don’t.”
    Finally, the truth was out in the open. She appreciated the bluntness. Beat phony friendliness any day. Didn’t mean she wasn’t going to set him straight though.
    “Your aunt trusts me. Are you saying Ana isn’t a good judge of character?”
    She stepped back into his personal space, making sure to maintain eye contact and letting him know his answer didn’t intimidate her one bit. The posture brought her close enough that she could smell his skin. Like his breath, his body smelled clean and fresh, despite having been traveling all day. An antsy, fluttering sensation started in the pit of her stomach. Butterflies, but with a nervous edge. The notion that she was out of her league passed briefly through her mind.
    Stuart’s eyes stayed locked with hers. A Mexican standoff, with each of them waiting for the other to blink. “My aunt has a generous heart. I, on the other hand...”
    “Let me guess. You don’t.”
    Patience sensed rather than saw his smile. “I prefer to lead with my head. Less chance for mistakes.”
    “Except, in this case, you’re already mistaken.”
    “We’ll find out, won’t we?” he said. “Since I’ll be living here, we’ll have plenty of time to get acquainted. Who knows what secrets we’ll learn about each other?”
    Patience managed to wait until he disappeared upstairs before hissing. What was it with him and secrets?
    You didn’t exactly help your cause, did you?
Challenging him like that. A smart person would have let his comments pass, refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. But,
nooo
, she had to call him out. Might as well hold a sign over her head reading I’ve Got a Secret!
    So much for leaving her past behind. She should have known that a future built on a lie—even an innocent one—wouldn’t last. Ana was going to be so disappointed in her.
    She bit her knuckle, forcing down her panic. No need to start packing just yet. This bluster was probably nothing more than a scare tactic to put her in her place. To make up for not having a say in hiring her, no doubt. A few days from now, after seeing how well Patience did her job, he’d back off and leave her alone.
    It could happen, right?

CHAPTER TWO
    T HERE WAS A weight vibrating on his chest. He must have left the door open when he came upstairs. “It better be light out, Nigel,” he muttered. Freeing a hand from under the covers, he felt around until his fingers found fur. Immediately, the purring increased as Nigel leaned into the touch. A sad voice in his head noted this was the most action he’d had in his bed in way too long. “Hey, be careful with the claws, buddy,” he said when the cat began kneading the blanket. “I might need those parts someday.” You never knew. A social life might spontaneously develop. Stranger things had happened.
    At work, people considered him a workaholic, but the truth was, he’d never been what people would call popular. He discovered early that being a Duchenko heir meant being judged and misunderstood. As a kid, his awkwardness was labeled snobbery. As he got older, his social desirability was measured in terms of his bank account. He had to be constantly on guard, assessing the motives of every person that crossed his path. The one time he hadn’t...well, that had taught him two more lessons: