While he set up camp, he tried to convince himself it was as easy as it sounded.

Chapter 6

Two sexless terms, Lee repeated silently as she scooped up some twigs. Bastard, she thought with grim satisfaction, was also a sexless term. It suited Hunter Brown to perfection. He had no business treating her like a fool just because she’d made a fool of herself already.

She wasn’t going to give an inch. She’d sleep in the damn sleeping bag in the damn tent for the next thirteen nights without saying another word about it.

Thirteen, she thought, sending a malicious look over her shoulder. He’d probably planned that, too. If he thought she was going to make a scene, or curl up outside the tent to sleep in the open to spite him, he’d be disappointed. She’d be scrupulously professional, unspeakably cooperative and utterly sexless. Before it was over, he’d think he’d been sharing his tent with a robot.

But she’d know better. Lee let out one long, frustrated breath as she scouted for more sticks. She’d know there was a man beside her in the night. A powerfully sexy, impossibly attractive man who could make her blood swim with no more than a look.

It wouldn’t be easy to forget she was a woman over the next two weeks, when she’d be spending every night with a man who already had her nerves jumping.

Her job wasn’t to make herself forget, Lee reminded herself, but to make certain he forgot. A challenge. That was the best way to look at it. It was a challenge she promised herself she’d succeed at.

With her arms full of sticks and twigs, Lee lifted her chin. She felt hot, dirty and tired. It wasn’t an auspicious way to begin a war. Ignoring the ache, she squared her shoulders. She might have to sacrifice a round or two, but she’d win the battle. With a dangerous light in her eyes, she headed toward camp.

She had to be grateful his back was to her when she walked into the clearing. The tent was smaller, much, much smaller, than she’d imagined. It was fashioned from tough, lightweight material that looked nearly transparent. It arched, rounded rather than pointed at the peak, and low to the ground. So low, Lee noted, that she’d have to crawl to get inside. Once in, they’d be forced to sleep nearly elbow to elbow. Then and there, she determined to sleep like a rock. Unmoving.

The size of the tent preoccupied her, so that she didn’t notice what Hunter was doing until she was almost beside him. Fresh rage broke out as she dropped her load of wood on the ground. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?”