He waved a hand as if to brush her inquest off. "You ask too many questions."
A cold feeling began in the pit of her stomach. With every second, they were getting farther from the safety of civilization. Even now, the houses were farther apart; some separated by large fields. How could she have been such a fool? She stared at his profile and tried to make her voice cool and commanding.
"Take me back to my house."
He jerked his head around and stared at her. "What?"
"I said," she repeated with feigned confidence. "Take me back to my house."
He braked and pulled the car to the side of the road. Once the car was stopped, he turned to her, his voice suddenly gentle. "Why?"
She met his puzzled gaze defiantly. "I'm sorry you're unhappy with my questions, but I need to know why you suddenly needed a girl after going five years without any."
How could she blame him for wanting to smile? The poor phrasing brought warmth to her cheeks. Rephrasing the question would be nothing more than a distraction. He knew what she meant. She continued to watch him soberly.
The twinkle left his eyes and he shifted uncomfortably in the seat. "I never realized how lonely my mother was until you came. If she knew I was hiring you as a companion, she'd be embarrassed." He shrugged, his tone becoming stern. "Anyway, she's my mother, not a sitter. I don't want her to be stuck with the responsibility of my child. She raised her own. Now it's time for her to relax." He raised a dark brow. "Is your fit of curiosity satisfied, or do you have some more questions?"
Her cheeks burned, but she eyed him coolly. "I'm satisfied . . . for now."
He turned back to the wheel, chuckling. "I can just imagine." Glancing at the road behind them he pulled back onto the highway.
So, he found her questions amusing, did he? Or was it her suspicion that he found so amusing. Not that she could deny a vivid imagination. Still, it was something she should have asked when he first offered her the job. What did she know about him? Yet, there was something about him that attracted her like a June bug to a light bulb. It wasn't his rugged good looks. It was something else . . . maybe the mystery?
The trip back to his house was uneventful. Sarah met them at the door, her puzzled gaze going from Giddon to Lisa. Giddon removed the suitcases from his car and joined them at the door. "Mom, meet the new sitter. You've got the summer off."