happened to you.â
Under his breath, so only she could hear, he said, âDidnât sound like it.â
Her cheeks flushed hot, but she didnât tuck her chin down the way she wanted to. Donât show weakness. Always her first line of defense against the world.
âGentlemen,â he said, glancing over her shoulder. âGlad to see you here. Thanks for supporting us.â Then he clasped her elbow. âIf youâll excuse us.â
He pulled her away, quickly enough that she had to double her short steps to keep up. Looking back, she noticed the men talking and laughing. Goodness only knew what they thought he wanted with her, but whatever their assumption, they thought it was amusing.
Not breaking stride, Zach marched her around the side of the parking area to a more isolated spot before turning to face her. âWhat was that about?â
âWhat do you mean?â She had a feeling her innocent look wasnât going to work here.
She was right.
âWhat right do you have to talk about me, about my life, with the people of this town?â
âWell, technically the conversation didnât start out that wayââ
âI donât care how it started.â His voice rose enough to sting her ears. âJust that it stops. Now.â
Unbidden, Sadie could feel her backbone stiffening and her expression becoming a blank mask. A lifetime in service had taught her how to deal with difficult people, usually men, and their expressions of displeasure. She instinctively took steps to protect herself, even if walking away from the situation wasnât an option. Which it usually wasnât.
Her voice was awfully formal when she spoke. âIâm sorry you feel that way, but I was simply asking about the mill and they offered information. I didnât dig into anything.â
âI heard you asking questions.â
She narrowed her eyes at him. If he thought she would just take this, he was mistaken. He didnât know her as well as he thought. âA question. You heard me ask a question about you, and thatâs after Earl brought you up.â She cocked her head to the side. âBut I do have another question.â
âIâm not telling you anything about myself.â His snarl said she didnât deserve it.
Which she didnât. âAnd thus my question. Why do you care if I ask?â
* * *
Zachary Gatlin hated being caught off guard. Heâd spent his military career planning for the unexpected, but that didnât mean he liked it.
Luckily, Sadie didnât wait for an answer.
âLook,â she said, âI have to ask questions. How else am I gonna know what to take pictures of? Who to take pictures of? Talking to people is part of that.â
She cocked her jeans-clad hip, the hand she propped there drawing his eye more than he liked. âIf thatâs a problem, I can do it on my own. After all, you are only supposed to escort me through the mill.â
âNo,â he said through clenched teeth. Not just from his anger, either. Being only a foot away from her seemed to be causing his entire body to go haywire. âThatâs not what Jacob meant, and you know it.â
âI know nothing of the sort.â Her brows rose. He didnât remember her being so sassy before. This time she was pushing all his buttons. âI only know that the mill is dangerous right now and they want you with me when I go inside. Thatâs the only sure thing.â
âItâs my job to make sure everything you go over is safe.â They both knew what his emphasis meant, even if she wanted to pretend otherwise.
âThen I guess youâd better stick a little closer, donât you think?â
For a split second, that sassy pink mouth and raised brow made Zach drop his protective barriers. Without thought, he stepped in. Her back hit the wall behind her. His hand planted right above her shoulder. There was barely