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game they were playing.   And anyway, if Travis did know who she was, all he’d have to do is turn on that gorgeous smile of his and she’d blab non-stop.   Just like when she was a kid.
    “Jeez, you’re pathetic,” she grumbled to herself.  
    With a clang, she placed a pot on the stove.   “And taking your frustrations out on your kitchenware won’t make things any better, either.”   With a low growl she turned on the burner.  
    If only she could kill the urge to curl up in his arms, tell him everything, and let him fight the big mean monster for her, be her knight-in-shining-armor, her hero, but she couldn’t, and not because of her promise to Jason.  
    Travis was FBI through and through.   She absolutely refused to get involved with a man who took such crazy risks with his life.   She couldn’t handle the constant state of worry and fear that someone she cared about might be killed in the line of duty.   Not to mention, he was a rat just like her ex-fiancé, or so she’d gleamed from the stories her brother had told her over the years.
    After setting a bowl of soup and a sandwich on a tray, she went back to the bedroom.   Her resolution to remain completely indifferent to Travis Reid’s charms strengthened with every step as she recalled the line of broken hearts he’d left in his wake.   No sir.   She would not become a member of that club.
    She nearly stumbled as she stepped into the bedroom.   Every one of his wonderful muscles rippled and flexed as he resituated himself on the bed.   The mere sight of him turned her into a big blob of jelly.  
    Cursing silently, she steeled herself against his charisma and placed the stand-up bed tray across his lap.   “You need to try and eat it all,” she said, peeling her fingers from the wooden handles.   Did he notice how badly her hands shook?
    “Thanks, I’m starving.”
    “Good.”   She clasped them firmly in front of her.   Anything to keep from giving into the need to touch him.   “Well.   I’ve got some things to do.   I’ll come back for the tray later.”   Distance was an ally, and right now she needed all the help she could get.  
    “Why don’t you sit down and keep me company?” he asked.
    Awkwardly backing away, her heel bumped into Rocky.   With a bizarre twist and turn, she kept herself from falling.   If only she could do the same with Travis.
    No, no, no!   I am not off-balance, and I am most definitely not falling for him .
    Satisfied with her renewed conviction, she opened her mouth to answer his question, but had forgotten what he asked.  
    Oh, all right.   Maybe she did feel a little off-balance.   Who wouldn’t, considering everything that had happened?
    He grinned crookedly.   “I’d like to know more about you.   Please, sit down.”  
    “There really isn’t much to tell.”   She pushed aside the afghan on the large chair in the corner where she’d spent the majority of the night and sat down.   Not only had she wanted to keep an eye on him, the storm frightened her more than she cared to admit.  
    “I’m sure there’s plenty to tell.”   He sipped the soup carefully avoiding the cut on his lip.   “I want to thank you for taking care of me.”  
    “It’s no trouble.”  
    One lone brow rose skeptically.  
    She absently fingered the fringe on the afghan.   “I mean, I couldn’t exactly kick you out into the storm.”
    “Still, you could’ve called the police.”   He raised his hand and stopped her from repeating her earlier explanation.   “I’m not any danger to you.   I’m not wanted or anything like that.   I just got involved in something — unexpected.”
    She had to bite off the questions begging to be asked.   “I’m glad to hear it.   I think.”
    He chuckled softly, and she began to relax as a companionable feeling settled over her.   She felt as though she were visiting with an old friend, which in a way was true, although they hadn’t actually