The truth was, he liked living alone. He liked having everything just so, and the one time he’d gotten close enough to a woman that she’d halfway moved in with him, it had driven him crazy.

“She’s in here.” Sara directed the paramedics into the kitchen, where they had Miss Greer on a stretcher in no time. The older woman didn’t complain, but Reece could tell by the tension in her face that she was in pain.

“We’ll follow in Reece’s car,” Sara said, patting Miss Greer’s arm as the stretcher passed by her.

Reece waited until the stretcher had cleared the kitchen door. “We will?” he said to Sara.

“Of course we will.”

“Shouldn’t we call someone from Miss Greer’s family?”

“She doesn’t have any family. She’s never married or had children. And we can’t let her go to the hospital by herself.”

“I thought I would stay here and clean up the mess in the pantry,” Reece said, “and fix the shelf. Shouldn’t one of us be here to take care of the guests?”

“The guests know where we hide the key. They’ve all stayed with us before, so it’s no big deal. But if you want to stay here I guess that’s okay.”

“Isn’t it kind of unsettling, just letting strangers into your house to roam about?”

Sara laughed. He loved to hear her laugh, the sound a bell-like tinkling. “You New Yorkers! You think the Silversteins are going to steal us blind when we have their credit-card information?”

Good point. He nodded.

“Anyway, B and B guests are nice people in general. That’s what I’ve found. They never steal anything.”

Personally, Reece thought Sara was far too trusting-of everyone. The way she wandered all over the world, crashing wherever someone offered her a bed, sharing meals at the homes of people she barely knew, anyone could take advantage of her.

But she would never believe him. Something bad would have to happen before she would become suspicious and skeptical like him.