I squeezed out toothpaste on my toothbrush, making Tyler grin. I pointed my brush at him. “Don’t even think about it. We’ve got crew here now.”

Tyler seemed unhappy. “They just got here.”

“They’re still crew.”

“Or maybe you heard his accent and suddenly you don’t want us to have a thing.”

I wrinkled my nose. “You’re not serious.”

He shrugged. “Chicks dig that.” He walked off, and I brushed my teeth like I was punishing them.

We packed our bags, and Tyler called Chief, letting him know the Australians had arrived. The guys loaded up in a forestry truck and began the hundred and thirty miles south, down Highway 36 to Colorado Springs.

“How long a drive is it, mate?” Jack asked.

“About two and half hours,” Tyler said. “Give or take.”

Jack adjusted a few times, and I turned. “You must be sick of traveling. When did you get in?”

“Late last night. We drove over first thing this morning,” Jack said. He smiled a lot, making him seem younger, even though he was all muscle.

“Hit the ground running?” I said.

“What’s that, darlin’?” Jack said.

I laughed, knowing it was going to be an interesting drive. We both spoke English, but the slang was going to be a challenge. “Just that you started working the second you landed.”

“That’s the way we like it,” Liam said.

I faced forward, adjusting my seat belt. Tyler had both hands on the wheel, his knuckles white.

“What?” I said. We were sharing the cab of the truck, but the Aussies were chatting, and the engine helped to muffle anything I didn’t direct at them.

“I’m just thinking of this morning.”

“You’re not the only one who’s ever seen me unclothed.”

“I know,” he said, closing his eyes. “I know, but I wasn’t there to witness it.”

“You’re going to have get over it,” I said. “You have to work with these guys.”

“Maybe I could if I knew what the hell we were doing.”

I wrinkled my nose, caught off guard by his sudden ire. “It’s not like you’ve brought it up.”

“Actually, I have. I was trying to be patient.”

“What happened to that?” I asked.

“A man can only be patient for so long.”

“And what does that mean, exactly? Did I miss the deadline I didn’t know I had? Everything was fine two hours ago. Why are you so pissed off?”

He didn’t answer, his jaws fluttering beneath the skin.

Liam leaned up, patting Tyler’s shoulder. “Sorry about your girl.”

“She’s not my girl,” Tyler said.