Chapter 10

• He pulled his knife out and flicked it at the ground. “I’ll be back shortly.”
• She watched him walk over to the tent and then lean down and take off his boots, he took the time to take his socks off and then tuck them in the boots before setting them inside so they wouldn’t get wet. When he peeled off his wet shirt, she paused to admire the muscles of his back. They weren’t overdone and huge like a lot of the men she worked with but sculpted nicely. She turned her head away and took a sip of the coffee. She had a weakness for fit male forms. Looking at the fire, she ran her tongue along her fat lip and then rolled her eyes at her own thoughts, this wasn’t a weekend getaway with another stranger she’d picked up from a nearby clan. Amari didn’t have many rules, but at the top of that shortlist was never screw someone you worked with. So that labeled Tripp Carson’s fine body off-limits.
• When she turned back, he was gone. The man moved without any sound at all. She looked at the gun in her hand and then at the man watching her with a wary look on his face. “Relax. I’m not going to shoot you unless you piss me off.” She shrugged.