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training her for weeks. He
could show her how to protect herself from idiots who would try to take
advantage of her. But Crista deserved something real, something more than a
cheap fling, and Nash didn’t have it in him to give that to her.
    Not when the man standing next to him had broken his heart.
    “Everything’s fine here, sweetheart,” Quinn said. “Why don’t
you go back to your office and I’ll be along shortly?”
    Nash glared at him but didn’t object, knowing they needed to
get rid of her.
    “Excuse me?” she said loudly, folding her arms across her
chest. “In case you forgot, Mr. Sinclair, I’m your boss. You do what I say.
Take your clothes up to my office and get changed. I’ll meet you back here in
five minutes.”
    Nash’s lips twitched as Quinn gaped in amazement. He stilled
the telling movement as she turned to him. He didn’t want her to think he was
laughing at her. No, his amusement was all at Quinn’s expense. The other man looked
downright dumbfounded.
    “Nash, you okay?” she asked.
    Quinn looked at him, questioning. Nash shook his head and
nodded toward the office. With a roll of his eyes, Quinn turned and strode off.
    Nash let out a deep breath. “I’m fine, Crista.”
    “Do you know him?” She nodded over at Quinn, her lips
pursed.
    “Ahh, yeah, we worked together in Seattle.”
    Crista frowned, obviously thinking furiously. “Did you get
along with him all right? He’s kind of, umm—”
    “Intimidating?” Nash guessed.
    “I suppose. Doug hired him. I didn’t have much of a choice
but to take him on.” She chewed at her lower lip. Nash resisted the urge to
soothe the abused flesh with his tongue.
    Quinn stepped out of the trailer, dressed in an old blue
t-shirt and loose, ripped jeans.
    “Don’t worry, darlin’. He’s very good at what he does.”
    “Yes, I am,” Quinn agreed as he stepped up behind her.
    Crista turned with a gasp. Obviously she hadn’t heard him
walk up.
    “You trying to get rid of me already, boss lady?”
    “Any reason I should?”
    “No, no reason at all.”
    She snorted. “Nash, get back to work. Quinn, follow me.”
    * * * * *
    “You can’t keep avoiding me, you know.”
    Nash didn’t bother to look back as Quinn spoke from behind
him. He’d had a hard day and he longed for a cold beer and an even colder
shower. Quinn had been here two weeks now, and it was taking all of Nash’s
energy to keep his distance from the other man.
    Everywhere he turned Quinn was there, his shirt off, his
muscles gleaming, a wicked glint in his eye.
    “Still ignoring me? That’s really mature, isn’t it?”
    Nash clenched his teeth against his sharp reply. Just
keep on walking. Don’t acknowledge him. Eventually he’ll grow tired of whatever
game he’s playing and go away.
    He squashed the pang of loss at that thought and focused on
his anger. It felt good to be angry. Strong.
    His fury prevented him from dragging Quinn back to his room
and fucking him all night long. Quinn’s reasons for being here didn’t matter.
Nash was done with him.
    A car backfired, causing him to look up. He froze. “What the
fuck is he doing here?”
     
    Quinn followed Nash’s gaze across the yard to see a large
man get out of a rusty car that had seen better days. His attention shifted as
Crista stepped out of the trailer. Nash watched her a lot. At first, Quinn
thought Nash was faking an interest to make him jealous. Then he’d realized
Nash’s attraction to her was real.
    Quinn understood why. She had a cute, innocent,
girl-next-door kind of look—made all the more appealing because she obviously
didn’t realize her own attractiveness. All the women Quinn had been with in the
past knew their best features and weren’t afraid to use them. Not Crista. She
was genuine, sweet and obviously submissive, even if she didn’t seem to know
it.
    Nash strode past Quinn.
    “What’s going on?” Quinn asked as a large, scruffy man
stormed toward Crista.
    “I want my