He reached out to her face, cupped her cheek in the coolness of his huge, calloused hand and frowned. “You’re freezing. Go back to the cockpit.”

She shook her head. “I’m cold, yes, freezing, no. You’re the one who’s half-dressed.”

Her last word got mangled by another teeth-rattling shiver.

His scowl deepened. “We need to set some ground rules. When I say something, you obey. I’m your commanding officer here.”

She stuck her fists at her waist. “We’re not in your army and I’m not one of your soldiers.”

He fixed her with an adamant glare of his own. “I’m the native around here. And I’m the leader of this expedition.”

“I thought we agreed we have equal billing.”

“We do. In our respective areas of expertise.”

“And you’re the desert knight, right?”

He gave her a mock-affronted look, palm over his chest. “What? I don’t look the part?”

“You sure do.” With a capital T in “the,” she added inwardly. “But we established that looks can be deceiving.”

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“I thought I established they can’t be.”

“So you’re the real thing. But you could be the prototype and this would remain my area. I’m the one qualified to judge which one of us is in danger of hypothermia. And until you get bundled up in thermal clothing like I am, that’s you. So now you’ve done your Incredible Hulk bit and torn away debris and cleared a path to our supplies, you go back to the cockpit. I’ll get the stuff we need.”

He took a challenging step, crowding her against the mangled hull. “You’d spend hours trying to figure out what is where. I’m the one who knows where the stuff we’ll need is, and can get it in minutes. If you can stop arguing that long.”

“So I’m the uninjured, suitably dressed one, and your doctor, but you’re the expert on this lost-cause aircraft and on survival in the desert. See? We end up with equal billing. So we both stay, work together and cut the effort and time in half.”

His eyes had been following her mouth, explicit with thoughts of stopping it with his lips. And teeth.

Then he raised them to hers and captured her in that bedeviling appreciation she was getting dangerously used to. “You’re a control freak, aren’t you?”

She let her shoulders rise and drop nonchalantly. “Takes one to know one, eh?”

His lips widened in a heart-palpitating grin. “You bet.”

And even though she’d been and still was in mortal danger, and the emergency light at his feet cast sinister shadows over his hewn face, as if exposing some supernatural entity lurking inside him, she couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt more…energized.

Strange how the company made all the difference when the situation remained the same.

I couldn’t have dreamed of better company to be in mortal danger with.

Yeah, what he’d said.

Not that she’d agreed to it then. Or could credit it now. But there it was. She was actually looking forward to the grueling and possibly life-threatening time ahead. She’d always thrived on challenge and hardship to start with, but she’d never been anywhere near that level of danger. With Harres by her side, anything felt possible. And doable. And anything was…enjoyable?

She shook her head, as if she could dislodge the ridiculous thought. How could anything be enjoyable in their situation?

She had no idea how. But having no rationalization didn’t change the fact that being with him was turning this nightmare into the most stimulating experience of her life.

She watched as he bent the last strip of protruding metal, widening the makeshift hatch, then stepped back, gestured to her.

“Report to packing duty, my obdurate dew droplet.”

Her heart punched her ribs. No one, not even her parents, had ever come up with such endearments for her. Nothing anywhere as ready and inventive and…sweet. A woman could get used to this.

And this woman shouldn’t. For every reason there was.

She bit down on the bubble of delight rising inside her, popped it.

“That’s your retaliation for pigheaded, mulish ox and my assortment of other insults?” she tossed over her shoulder as she preceded him into the cramped space, kneeled on the uneven floor of what remained of the cargo bay and awaited his directions.

He came down facing her, started reaching for articles as if he knew exactly where they were. And he clearly did. Prince Harres seemed to be hands-on in his operations’ every level and detail.

After he hoisted on a thermal jacket, he answered her previous barb. “I am sabotaging myself by telling you this, since you might now stop them, but those aren’t insults. From you, they have the effect of the most…intimate caress.”

His eyes left her in no doubt of what that meant. She almost choked her lungs out imagining his body stirring, hardening, aching in response to her words, to her…

She pretended to cough, waved a hand at him. “Try another one. You’re just insult-proof, as you said early on.”

“You remember?” He looked disproportionately pleased that she did. “Aih, I’ve never had a hair-trigger ego. And then, most insults are falsehoods or exaggerations, attempts to get a rise. My best payback to insults is to let them slide off me, inside and out.”

She gasped in mock stupefaction. “You mean people actually dare to attempt to insult you?”

“I have an older brother. A very…aggravating one. And three younger ones. I’m no stranger to insults. But you will insult me only if you fear me or distrust me.”

Her heart hiccuped at the sudden seriousness in his eyes. The cross between warning and entreaty there had the mocking comeback sticking in her throat. She instinctively knew he was telling the truth. That this was the one thing he wouldn’t laugh at. The one thing that would hurt him.

And even if she told herself Todd’s ordeal balanced out everything Harres had done for her, that he’d only done it for the person who held the vital info he wanted to extract and to keep hushed, her fairness again intervened. He’d been right when he’d said he had nothing to do with Todd’s imprisonment. And she didn’t believe in guilt by association, even if she made it sound as if she did. And if she went a step further into truthfulness, she had to admit something else.

She didn’t want to hurt him. Not in any way.

Lowering her gaze in indirect agreement and swallowing her barbed tongue, she helped him drag out backpacks then cut off the safety belts that still secured crates in the debris.




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