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twice today already.”
She halted at the edge of a drift with the snow piled around her, past the top of her boots. Her grim expression said she understood the potential peril. “You’re sure it’s the same one?”
He excelled at gathering intel. He could lie on his stomach in a swamp and not move for hours while crocodiles circled and the enemy closed in. Visually tagging a plane and marking its movement counted as child’s play to him. “It’s buzzing low. Doesn’t have any distinguishing marks.”
Skepticism showed in every line of her body and in the smirk she held back, but not by much. “And that’s enough to tell you someone is coming?”
Well . . . “And Andy sent me a signal. Insists the person is not coming to inflict harm, just do a check, which is why we’re walking the perimeter.”
She sent him that same you’re-an-idiot eye roll she’d been aiming his way since they met. “Why would someone come out here just for a check?”
“Good question.” As soon as he could raise his brother, Gabe would ask. Right now they communicated through abbreviated code in an attempt not to disclose their location, because there was no question someone out there was watching. “I’m waiting for more intel from Andy.”
“It might be easier to grab the person lurking around out here and squeeze the information out of him.” She slipped her hands out of her pockets and acted out her words.
“I like your style.” Her no-nonsense practical nature appealed to him. He’d known strong women, many agents and military officers throughout the years. He admired brains, and her beauty sure sucked him in. The combination drove him to his knees. “And that was my thought exactly.”
“So, we’re really looking for tracks.” She glanced at the ground to the blank canvas of snow in front of them.
Good instincts but wrong direction. “Something like that.”
“And while we do that, you thought it was a good time to talk about tying me to a bed?” She rubbed her hands together.
“I think about it every fucking second, so I may as well talk about it.” And that was the truth. So was his need to keep her mind unfocused and off the danger. He needed her to act like a job and listen, not question if something life-threatening headed their way.
She froze. “What if I don’t want to be tied down?”
No way that stiffness came from the cold. “Your eyes are all big. Not sure why you’re afraid to admit you’re a sexual being and enjoy sex.”
“I never said—”
“You’re pretty great at it and clearly like it. Seems to me, you should stop fighting it.” Oh, she let go during. He just sensed that she didn’t like losing control with him.
He understood the sensation of being out of control. The way he discarded every personal rule with her and felt a twisting in his gut whenever he stared at her for more than two seconds. All new, and none of it welcome. But he’d ride it out, enjoy the sex and keep her safe until he turned her over to restart her life.
“You don’t know everything,” she mumbled as she started walking again, taking big marching steps.
A white blanket surrounded them. The makeshift forest filled with the sounds of their thudding steps and the crackle of branches as the weight of the wet snow sent them crashing to the frozen ground.
He took it all in, the sights and echoes of the unpopulated area around them, but his mind kept winging back to her. “Tell me what I don’t know.”
Through the scarf, she snorted. “Forget it.”
“Exactly my point.”
She continued to scan the ground, careful before placing each footstep as they ventured closer to the trees outlining the side of the cabin. “You’re trying to bully me into this conversation.”
“I’m trying to let you know that the guy you’re sleeping with gets that things happen and that life can be shit sometimes and is willing to talk it all through with you.” Backgrounds usually amounted to nothing more than lines on pieces of paper to him. With her, he wanted to dig around, get to know the woman who tried to keep him at a distance even as her gaze followed him around.
“We’ve had sex a few times.”
If she wanted to piss him off she’d found the right way to do it. His jaw tightened and his teeth clamped together as he spotted a pattern in the snow about six feet in front of them, right