Though he had on completely adequate pajamas, Lee felt naked and ducked again behind his belligerence. "What the hell are you doing here?"
She regarded him with an almost childlike seriousness. "Mr. Clifford thought you ought not to be alone when you awakened."
"Very thoughtful of him since he was the guy who put me under. How long have you been here?"
"About two hours."
Filled with contempt for himself, Lee unconsciously used the device of redirecting it on the first handy person. Daphne was handy. His mouth twisted knowingly. "Sure you're not here for another reason?"
"What reason?"
"Trying to pick up a few bucks, maybe?"
The question in her eyes was obviously sincere, her look entirely innocent, and he knew she was not that kind of a girl.
Her expression changed only in that the question vanished. The innocence remained. Yet there was something about this last that caught Lee's attention. He tried to define it. The innocence of knowledge rather than that of ignorance? He wondered.
"If you want me to," Daphne said. "But no money would be required."