The Gentrys: Cinco. Linda Conrad

narrowed his eyes at her. “I see you mind real well, Captain Frosty. You must realize it’s past time for you to start doing what I say.”

      He flung his arm in a huge arch. “We’re not protected out here. There could be a sniper just waiting for you to be out in the open.”

      She rolled her eyes and tsked at him. Tsked at him, for God’s sake!

      “All right,” he conceded. “Maybe that’s a little farfetched, but I’m the security specialist, not you. It’s my job to keep you safe while you’re under my protection.” He gave up on the steaming engine and reached for his mobile phone. “I’ll just call the ranch. Someone should be able to come for us shortly. Meanwhile you can wait in the pickup.”

      Meredith moved around him and peered down at the errant machinery under the hood. “Mind if I take a look first?”