Casey watched him brew the coffee, fill two clean mugs and bring them to the table. A visible line of tension still ran through his body, the air around him vibrating with it. But his face appeared a little more relaxed. She had to swallow her little cry of victory that he willingly trusted her and had agreed to let her help him. The past ten years had taught her a lot of men had a hard time giving control to a woman. In charge of things they considered masculine responsibilities. Thank god ...