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with his rock-hard shoulder. For a strong guy, he was surprisingly gentle, nimbly removing the offending burr.
"I wouldn't recommend walking anywhere," Pendle sniffed at Kelly.
Pendle deemed Kelly inferior. Kelly could have waved her diplomas at Pendle and told the cold woman all about her professional achievements, but she doubted Pendle would have cared. She decided that as long as Pendle didn't interrogate her, she didn't care what the Lieutenant thought.
Cap stood, boring his eyes into Kelly’s. The action turned her knees to jelly and made her heart take off in a sprint around her rib cage. Wow, did he ever have an effect on her. And she didn't even like the stiff and distant officer. He wasn’t as bad as her father but bad enough.
He pointed his finger at Kelly’s nose. "Stay out of trouble." Lowering his head he shook it before looking at her one more time. He opened his mouth to speak but apparently changed his mind and left.
Kelly stood there staring after him. She wanted to run after him and beg him not to leave her here. Groveling to a man was very distasteful, though he seemed almost worthy of the humiliation. Besides, she would just end up with two feet full of burrs. She had to salvage what was left of her dignity so she didn't get eaten alive by these women.
Pendle grinned and strode off to catch up with Cap, eagerly drawing up close to his side. What did it matter to Kelly whether Pendle was hot for this stone cold soldier with the broad shoulders and abs to kill for? Pendle could have him. But when Pendle glanced back at her with a smug, superior look on that plain face of hers, Kelly wanted to knock that infuriating attitude off and stomp it into the sand. But she knew Pendle would probably just break her in half.
Which left Kelly with Coleman.
Chapter Twelve
She hadn't fooled Duran with her act of being in control. He saw the fear in Kelly’s eyes. When she stepped on that sand burr, he had almost changed his mind. She had such small feet and that bright red nail polish didn’t quite fit her tough attitude. He wouldn't have figured her for such a bright color after the way she handled Broan. He sighed. No doubt, she was intelligent and knew her way around people, but she was out of her element here. Most people were.
Pendle chattered on about how she would keep an eye on Kelly and not to worry, the prisoner wouldn't escape from her. Duran knew from observing Pendle that she would have pawned Kelly off the first chance she got. Pendle was not a people person. She could be efficient enough, but he didn't care for her company. He knew that if Talbit, the ever-affable skirt chaser, didn't make passes at her, there was a reason. It wasn't much fun getting to know someone who always had to be right and in control of everything. The fact that she could take a man out with what she had in her pockets didn't help her case, either. Of course, Talbit might have made a pass at Pendle but then didn’t tell him about the unfortunate incident.
Duran left Pendle at her tent, glad to be rid of her and the crazy blonde. He needed a good twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep, but he’d be lucky to get four. He fought hard to keep his eyes open because half-mast wouldn’t do. Already on the verge of sleepwalking, he needed to at least appear to be awake.
When his tent came into view, it was up and in pretty good shape. Duran decided that the men under his command were the most awesome men in the entire Corps. He walked around and inspected all the supports. Two were bent but had been straightened and jerry-rigged with wire and pieces of metal.
Larsen was out front when Duran finished his inspection. "How's it look, sir?"
"Tell the men they didn't disappoint me, like usual."
"I'll be sure to pass that on." He grinned as he handed Duran a clipboard. "Here's the duty rosters and last night's report." He followed Duran into the tent. "Lieutenant Stover said he would bring the morning report by as soon as
"I wouldn't recommend walking anywhere," Pendle sniffed at Kelly.
Pendle deemed Kelly inferior. Kelly could have waved her diplomas at Pendle and told the cold woman all about her professional achievements, but she doubted Pendle would have cared. She decided that as long as Pendle didn't interrogate her, she didn't care what the Lieutenant thought.
Cap stood, boring his eyes into Kelly’s. The action turned her knees to jelly and made her heart take off in a sprint around her rib cage. Wow, did he ever have an effect on her. And she didn't even like the stiff and distant officer. He wasn’t as bad as her father but bad enough.
He pointed his finger at Kelly’s nose. "Stay out of trouble." Lowering his head he shook it before looking at her one more time. He opened his mouth to speak but apparently changed his mind and left.
Kelly stood there staring after him. She wanted to run after him and beg him not to leave her here. Groveling to a man was very distasteful, though he seemed almost worthy of the humiliation. Besides, she would just end up with two feet full of burrs. She had to salvage what was left of her dignity so she didn't get eaten alive by these women.
Pendle grinned and strode off to catch up with Cap, eagerly drawing up close to his side. What did it matter to Kelly whether Pendle was hot for this stone cold soldier with the broad shoulders and abs to kill for? Pendle could have him. But when Pendle glanced back at her with a smug, superior look on that plain face of hers, Kelly wanted to knock that infuriating attitude off and stomp it into the sand. But she knew Pendle would probably just break her in half.
Which left Kelly with Coleman.
Chapter Twelve
She hadn't fooled Duran with her act of being in control. He saw the fear in Kelly’s eyes. When she stepped on that sand burr, he had almost changed his mind. She had such small feet and that bright red nail polish didn’t quite fit her tough attitude. He wouldn't have figured her for such a bright color after the way she handled Broan. He sighed. No doubt, she was intelligent and knew her way around people, but she was out of her element here. Most people were.
Pendle chattered on about how she would keep an eye on Kelly and not to worry, the prisoner wouldn't escape from her. Duran knew from observing Pendle that she would have pawned Kelly off the first chance she got. Pendle was not a people person. She could be efficient enough, but he didn't care for her company. He knew that if Talbit, the ever-affable skirt chaser, didn't make passes at her, there was a reason. It wasn't much fun getting to know someone who always had to be right and in control of everything. The fact that she could take a man out with what she had in her pockets didn't help her case, either. Of course, Talbit might have made a pass at Pendle but then didn’t tell him about the unfortunate incident.
Duran left Pendle at her tent, glad to be rid of her and the crazy blonde. He needed a good twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep, but he’d be lucky to get four. He fought hard to keep his eyes open because half-mast wouldn’t do. Already on the verge of sleepwalking, he needed to at least appear to be awake.
When his tent came into view, it was up and in pretty good shape. Duran decided that the men under his command were the most awesome men in the entire Corps. He walked around and inspected all the supports. Two were bent but had been straightened and jerry-rigged with wire and pieces of metal.
Larsen was out front when Duran finished his inspection. "How's it look, sir?"
"Tell the men they didn't disappoint me, like usual."
"I'll be sure to pass that on." He grinned as he handed Duran a clipboard. "Here's the duty rosters and last night's report." He followed Duran into the tent. "Lieutenant Stover said he would bring the morning report by as soon as
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