But Evie would never understand this.
How could she explain that so that it made any sense at all? The truth was – she couldn’t. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t rationalize it even to herself, except that somewhere, deep in that part of her soul she hadn’t been aware even existed, she knew he wasn’t guilty. And the fact that she had acted on a feeling, an innate instinct, instead of cold logic scared her more than she wanted to admit.
Evie would question her sanity at bringing her kidnapper home. And rightly so. No sane woman in the 21st century would willingly do what she’d done. And until she could figure out why she had, she’d keep her little secret to herself.
She’d heard once that the best way to lie was to stick to the truth as closely as possible. “At the hospital,” she said finally.
So she wasn’t the only one to think so, Taryn thought, leaning back on the cushion and closing her eyes. She was exhausted, but she had the feeling Luke’s face would be filling her dreams as soon as she fell asleep.
“I think you should hang onto him. You’ve been a nun far too long,” Evie exclaimed.
“I am not a nun,” Taryn protested.
“You need to use that gigantic bed upstairs for more than sleeping.”
Heat sparked through Taryn as the thought of sharing that bed with a certain dark-eyed man flitted into her mind. Ridiculous, she chided herself. She didn’t have flings with strange men. “I’ve been busy–”
“There’s your problem. You need a vacation. Speaking of which, if you’re absolutely sure you don’t want me to stay with you–”
The front door opened and Luke stepped back inside.
“I’d better call a cab,” Evie said, glancing at her watch. “I’ll have to leave in ten minutes.” Scrutinizing Luke with a once-over that had made other men squirm, Evie grinned. “I’m sure you’ll be well taken care of while I’m gone.”