He was closer. Lee hadn’t realized he’d moved. He was sitting just below her, obviously relaxed, slightly curious, in charge. “To do an interview with a successful, award-winning author.”

“An award-winning author wouldn’t make you nervous.”

The pencil was growing damp in her hand. She could have cursed in frustration. “You don’t.”

“You lie too quickly, and not easily at all.” His hands rested loosely on his knees as he watched her. The odd ring he wore glinted dully, gold and silver. “If I were to touch you, just touch you, right now, you’d tremble.”

“You think too much of yourself,” she told him, but rose.

“I think of you,” he said, so quietly the pad slipped out of her hand, unnoticed. “You make me want, I make you nervous.” He was looking into her again; she could almost feel it. “It should be an interesting combination over the next couple of weeks.”

He wasn’t going to intimidate her. He wasn’t going to make her tremble. “The sooner you remember I’m going to be working for the next two weeks, the simpler things will be.” Trying to sound haughty nearly worked. Lee wondered if he heard the slight catch in her voice.

“Since you’re resigned to working,” he said easily, “you can give me a hand starting dinner. After tonight, we’ll take turns making meals.”

She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of telling him she knew nothing about cooking over a fire. He already knew. Neither would she give the satisfaction of being confused by his mercurial mood changes. Instead, Lee brushed at her bangs. “I’m going to wash up first.”

Hunter watched her start off in the wrong direction, but said nothing. She’d find the shower facilities sooner or later, he figured. Things would be more interesting if neither of them gave the other an inch.

He wasn’t sure, but Hunter thought he heard Lee swear from somewhere behind him. Smiling a little, he leaned back against the rock and finished his cigarette.

Groggy, stiff and sniffing the scent of coffee in the air, Lee woke. She knew exactly where she was—as far over on her side of the tent as she could get, deep into the sleeping bag Hunter had provided for her. And alone. It took her only seconds to sense that Hunter no longer shared the tent with her. Just as it had taken her hours the night before to convince herself it didn’t matter that he was only inches away.