your partner is coming back,” he said conversationally.
D.J. glanced at her watch, then nodded in agreement. “Ronnie wasn’t really good in the woods,” she admitted. “I’m guessing he’s lost. Or captured by an enemy.”
“Are you sure you didn’t leave him tied up somewhere?”
She grinned. “He and I were partners. I would never actually hurt him. I settled on threatening him.”
“Was he scared?”
“Terrified. Barely eighteen and a new recruit. But he knew how to follow orders. We captured four prisoners in our first couple of hours. Three of them were army officers.”
“How?”
She explained about distracting them while Ronnie sneaked up from behind. When she’d finished, Quinn shook his head.
“Do you always do whatever it takes to win?”
“I do whatever it takes to be in control. There’s a difference.”
He glanced down at her hand. “So I didn’t kick you in the wrist before. You were faking it.”
“Of course.”
“I can respect that.”
While they were discussing recent history... “How did you throw me without hurting me?” she asked. “I barely felt anything.”
“I have great hands.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m serious.”
“I am, too. Besides, I don’t beat up on women.”
With his abilities, he could beat up on anyone he wanted.
“Being female can give you an advantage,” he said. “Men aren’t always expecting women to be tough. Do you ever get into trouble using your femininity in a situation? Ever take on more than you bargained for?”
“I don’t go in blind, so no. I’m prepared for every eventuality.”
“Do you ever get personally involved?”
“Not even close.”
He considered her answer. “You could do undercover work.”
“Maybe.” But it wasn’t her style. “That would require a level of vulnerability I don’t allow.”
“Sometimes it comes with the territory. Aren’t you the one willing to do whatever it takes to win?”
“No. To be in control.” She studied him. “What about you? Do you ever go undercover?”
“Sometimes. Mostly I just creep around in the dark, waiting to pull people out of places they’re not supposed to be.”
Probably a simplistic version of his work, but one that made her want to ask a lot more questions. Doubtful that he would answer them, she checked her watch. It was after eleven.
“Are you going to get in trouble for staying out all night?” he asked.
“Are you?”
“I hope so.” He shifted so that he was stretched out on the tarp. “If you’re going to make me stay out in the rain, the least you can do is cuddle close so we can stay warm.”
“I don’t think so.”
“That’s the woman in you talking.”
She started to protest, then realized he was right. The temperature was cool enough to make her shiver. Neither of them would get any sleep unless they could warm up. But stretching out next to a strange man wasn’t her idea of a good time.
“Shy?” he asked cheerfully.
She ignored him and slid closer. While she’d “slept” with a few men, she’d never been one for spending the night. She certainly never allowed herself to fall asleep after. Of course, in this case Quinn wasn’t a lover – he was her prisoner. That changed the dynamics.
He was big and tall and as she moved next to him, she could feel his heat.
“I could use a pillow,” he said.
“Fine.”
She grabbed the pack and shoved it under his head. He smiled at her.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Now go to sleep.” She reached to turn off the lantern, but before she could, he spoke again.
“I can’t. My arms hurt.”
She glared at him. With them both lying down, his face was fairly close to hers. She could see the stubble on his jaw and the length of his dark lashes.
“I’m not untying you,” she told him. “If you promise to behave, I’ll take you into camp.”
His mouth turned up at the corners. “I almost never behave.”
“Why
D.J. glanced at her watch, then nodded in agreement. “Ronnie wasn’t really good in the woods,” she admitted. “I’m guessing he’s lost. Or captured by an enemy.”
“Are you sure you didn’t leave him tied up somewhere?”
She grinned. “He and I were partners. I would never actually hurt him. I settled on threatening him.”
“Was he scared?”
“Terrified. Barely eighteen and a new recruit. But he knew how to follow orders. We captured four prisoners in our first couple of hours. Three of them were army officers.”
“How?”
She explained about distracting them while Ronnie sneaked up from behind. When she’d finished, Quinn shook his head.
“Do you always do whatever it takes to win?”
“I do whatever it takes to be in control. There’s a difference.”
He glanced down at her hand. “So I didn’t kick you in the wrist before. You were faking it.”
“Of course.”
“I can respect that.”
While they were discussing recent history... “How did you throw me without hurting me?” she asked. “I barely felt anything.”
“I have great hands.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m serious.”
“I am, too. Besides, I don’t beat up on women.”
With his abilities, he could beat up on anyone he wanted.
“Being female can give you an advantage,” he said. “Men aren’t always expecting women to be tough. Do you ever get into trouble using your femininity in a situation? Ever take on more than you bargained for?”
“I don’t go in blind, so no. I’m prepared for every eventuality.”
“Do you ever get personally involved?”
“Not even close.”
He considered her answer. “You could do undercover work.”
“Maybe.” But it wasn’t her style. “That would require a level of vulnerability I don’t allow.”
“Sometimes it comes with the territory. Aren’t you the one willing to do whatever it takes to win?”
“No. To be in control.” She studied him. “What about you? Do you ever go undercover?”
“Sometimes. Mostly I just creep around in the dark, waiting to pull people out of places they’re not supposed to be.”
Probably a simplistic version of his work, but one that made her want to ask a lot more questions. Doubtful that he would answer them, she checked her watch. It was after eleven.
“Are you going to get in trouble for staying out all night?” he asked.
“Are you?”
“I hope so.” He shifted so that he was stretched out on the tarp. “If you’re going to make me stay out in the rain, the least you can do is cuddle close so we can stay warm.”
“I don’t think so.”
“That’s the woman in you talking.”
She started to protest, then realized he was right. The temperature was cool enough to make her shiver. Neither of them would get any sleep unless they could warm up. But stretching out next to a strange man wasn’t her idea of a good time.
“Shy?” he asked cheerfully.
She ignored him and slid closer. While she’d “slept” with a few men, she’d never been one for spending the night. She certainly never allowed herself to fall asleep after. Of course, in this case Quinn wasn’t a lover – he was her prisoner. That changed the dynamics.
He was big and tall and as she moved next to him, she could feel his heat.
“I could use a pillow,” he said.
“Fine.”
She grabbed the pack and shoved it under his head. He smiled at her.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Now go to sleep.” She reached to turn off the lantern, but before she could, he spoke again.
“I can’t. My arms hurt.”
She glared at him. With them both lying down, his face was fairly close to hers. She could see the stubble on his jaw and the length of his dark lashes.
“I’m not untying you,” she told him. “If you promise to behave, I’ll take you into camp.”
His mouth turned up at the corners. “I almost never behave.”
“Why
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