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it?”
    “My old man needed the money.”
    The flat tone sent a chill through Hank. “Bad enough to make you steal?”
    “When you need a fix bad enough, you don’t worry about how you get it. It wasn’t the first thing I did. It was just the first time I got caught.” Jason made it sound as though that were the crime.
    Hank felt his stomach churn. Anger and pity welledup deep inside him. “What you did was wrong,” he reminded Jason.
    Jason regarded him defiantly, then retorted with youthful bitterness, “Where I come from you’re taught to mind your parents.”
    Hank could see the twisted logic at work. What worried him, though, was how much it was still affecting Jason’s thinking. Was the boy ready to break the law again at any provocation? What kind of influence could he possibly be on all those other kids Ann had taken under her wing? He tried telling himself it was none of his business. He tried telling himself she’d be furious at his meddling. He looked again at the tense, angry kid beside him and decided he had no choice. There was no way in hell he could remain uninvolved. He would talk to Ann the minute they were alone.
    Getting Ann alone, however, was no easy task with six children underfoot. It was after nine by the time the little ones were in bed and the older kids were settled down doing their homework. Hank took a beer from the refrigerator, popped it open and held it out toward Ann. She shook her head.
    “You want something else?”
    “No.”
    “Feel like taking a walk by the water? It’s a nice night.”
    She regarded him warily. Hank grinned. “Don’t panic. I’m not planning to rip off your clothes and have my way with you.”
    Ironically, as soon as the denial was out of his mouth, Hank realized it was a blatant lie. He did want to strip away the layered T-shirts, the too-long skirt and those ridiculous socks. Those socks were orange tonight. Witha blue skirt and yellow and green shirts. She reminded him of a particularly colorful parrot.
    She also smelled like strawberries again, which made him want to taste the creamy white skin of her neck. Which made him achingly hard. Which would have made the lie obvious if she’d looked anywhere other than straight past him as she said stiffly, “I never thought you were.”
    Hank held the screen door open. As she marched past him, he wondered what perversity made him want a woman who was all sharp angles and tart tongue, a woman who clearly regarded him as a nuisance. There were a dozen other less complicated women he could have called for a date. Unfortunately, the only woman he seemed interested in spending time with tonight was this one.
    They walked in silence. It was Ann who finally broke it.
    “Was there something you wanted to talk about?”
    “Can’t a man just enjoy the night and your charming company without wanting something?”
    She regarded him skeptically. “It’s possible, but you don’t strike me as the type.”
    “How do I strike you?” he asked, suddenly curious about her impression. She was a psychologist. The possibility that she might be able to read between the lines and detect things about him that even he didn’t admit was troublesome.
    “As a man used to getting what he wants, women included.”
    He laughed, relieved. There were no uncanny revelations in that analysis. “I can’t deny that. Is theresomething wrong with going after the things that are important to you? Isn’t that what life is all about?”
    “It depends on who gets trampled in the process.”
    “Do you think I’m trying to trample on you, Annie?”
    “You’ve only been here two days.”
    “Exactly.” He grinned. “And I’ve been on my best behavior.”
    “Why doesn’t that reassure me?”
    “You’re the psychologist. You tell me.”
    She suddenly hugged her arms protectively around her waist. Hank had an urgent desire to push them away, to draw them around his own waist so that he could feel her slender body pressed into his.