the murderous look in his eyes made her legs turn to jelly. 'Don't,' he spat out, 'make the mistake of getting me angry.' 'You're not angry now?' she croaked in disbelief. He let her go abruptly and smiled, cocking a brow as she slid down into a crouch. 'Not at all,' he said smoothly. 'I merely wanted to set some ground rules.' Henry's mouth fell open. The man was insane. 'First of all, no more devious little plots to try to get rid of me.' Her throat worked convulsively. 'And no lies!' She gasped for breath. 'And-' He paused to look down at her. 'Oh, Christ. Don't cry.' She bawled. ... 'I haven't cried in years.' He believed her ... Dunford looked around frantically, as if the green hills would somehow tell him how to get her to stop crying.