Chapter Fourteen

"Well, we finally have the chance to be alone."

"What do you want?"

He eyed her distastefully. "Don't worry. All I want is information."

"About what?" She inched away from him.

"About your boyfriend and his family. Where does he keep it stashed? I know you well enough to know you would have to find out - no matter what the risk. So what's down that trail?"

Her mouth felt dry and her knees weak. "What trail? I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have a boyfriend."

"You know," his eyes flashed. "The one you dumped me for. And don't tell me you aren't playing house with him. You're living under the same roof."

"Get out," she said with as much authority as she could muster.

He took a step toward her. "Not likely. Not until you talk."

"I don't know who he is or what he does. All I know is that he's temperamental, and you'd better stay away from him."

Allen stared at her for a minute, as though confused. Then he started for her. "Don't give me that. You've been staying with him long enough to know him."

She darted around him and ran for the door, but he caught her half way. He forced her onto the couch and straddled her. "Get it through your head. You're not leaving here until I get the information I came for."