she reaches back , takes a cloth bag from the back of her saddle , and throws it halfway to me . she was aware of his full attention and was off balance . she was always going , going , going until she crashed at about midnight . an outfit of hers he liked most . i backed off a foot and swung the door open . he frowned and a shadow crossed his features . what was that all about father ? i just did n't have all the puzzle pieces yet . if she was his , he 'd kiss her . 