She jerked her arm away from his outstretched hand and stalked back to her truck. She’d call for the food to be re-delivered before she let them offthehook.
Quinn followed her and watched as she radioed in her request. She ignored the constant pressure of his gaze. She wouldn’t beintimidated.
Ten long, awkward minutes stretched before the kitchen truck pulled passed. She waved at the driver, then radioed her staff to let them know food would be arrivingimminently.
Finally, she turned to Quinn, who’d stripped off much of his gear and leaned against her truck. He had a smear of dirt on his forehead. She almost reached to brush it off before she remembered that he was a thorn in her side, not a man to takecareof.
“I gotta get back to HQ. But I’ll be back at lunch to ensure the food gets through again,” she saidfrostily.
He laughed under his breath. “We’ll probably be cleared out of here by then. But if not, then I’ll see you right back here.” He pushed himself upright and looped his rifle over his shoulder as he held out his hand to her. For the second time in twenty-four hours, she found her smaller hand enveloped in hislargerone.
She gave him a smile to soften her response. “With all due respect, Parry, I hope I never see youagain.”
He just grinned, a bright white smile that was far too sexy for the field. “Aww, come on, Saunders. You don’tmeanthat.”
No, she didn’t. And as he disappeared over the ridge, she sat in her truck and thought about that super annoying fact for far longer than she liked. Quinn Parry. There was something about him that got underherskin.
