"It's your door," she reminded him in a cool voice.
After a slight hesitation the door burst open with a cracking blow. She leaped back from the suitcase, paralyzed with fear. His face was livid, the veins standing out on his neck. He took one look at the suitcases on the bed and started toward her.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"What do you care?" She backed away from him. Hopefully the fact that help was on the way would make him reconsider any violent action.
He stopped, staring at her. "You can ask that?"
She grabbed a handful of clothes from the drawer and threw them into the suitcase. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she glared at him. "I quit! You hear me? I quit! Find yourself another sitter to boss and holler at!"
His face turned scarlet and he looked away, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. I promise to stop yelling." He fixed a piercing gaze on her. "What happened, Lisa? We were getting along so well." He grabbed a handful of her clothes from the suitcase and put them back in the drawer. "I don't want you to leave."
She grabbed the clothes and started for the suitcase again, and he slammed the lid down. "Let's talk about this."
A sob tore at her throat, and she slung the clothes at him. "I'm not stupid. I know about your secret business and I know you know I know." The words sounded confusing, even to her.
He calmly picked the clothes up and put them back in the drawer. "Is that why you're leaving?"
Lisa stared at him in amazement. "You don't think that's enough?"
He still looked confused and then realization lifted his brows. "Oh, I see. You don't like being deceived."
How could he think she would go along with something so criminal? "Oh, I can understand why you would want to deceive people, I just don't understand how you can involve your family in such a thing - especially Tammy!"
He looked ashamed. "I thought it was for their own good."
Lisa laughed harshly. "Oh, come on. That's the oldest line in the world. You wanted nice things, so you substituted your family for a conscience."
He stared at her long and hard, his expression intent. Probably planning his next move. He stuck his hands in his back pockets and frowned, his gaze searching hers.
"What are you talking about?" he asked in a perplexed tone.