Tiger gave her a peck on the cheek, then stepped to the sink. He turned on the hot water and let it run until it cleared, then washed paint dust from his hands. "I remember the house rules. LaVonne. No dirt on my hands, no shells in my guns. " He frowned while looking for a towel to dry his hands, then settled for a corner of her apron. "Isn't it a bit late for you to be making supper?"