Geelie's gaze wandered around the clearing. The other men were nowhere to be seen, but they were out there. Raising her face to a passing breeze, she caught the scent of sweat and gun oil and tracked their location to two different spots just inside the tree line.
Looking back at Dean, Geelie saw he'd moved a foot or two closer. "Don't be rude," she said mildly. "I'm not ready yet."
Dean's grin was a little strained. "Last thing I want to do is be rude to a lady."
"Pretty words." A glimmer of amusement crossed her face. "Pretty man."