She could do neither, not with Sam Tindale standing right beside her. Her right hand did clench into a fist and the smile she sent Jeb was anything but friendly. “If you'll excuse us,” she said to Tindale, “I want to walk with Jeb to his truck.” “Oh, sure,” Tindale said, glancing up from the plan, oblivious to the undercurrents. He sent Jeb an amiable smile. “Nice meeting you. Hope to see you again.” “Same here,” Jeb said. Whatever else he might have said was lost when Roxanne pinched him in the arm and hustled him across the room and out the door. She didn't say anything as they walked to his truck. Reaching his vehicle, Jeb glanced down at her. “You wanted a word with me? I assume that's why you're being so polite in escorting me to my truck.” She looked up at him, a puzzled expression in her eyes. “I just want you gone. You don't like me and I sure as hell don't like you.” She wrapped her arms defensively across her breasts. “I don't know what happened between us in there, but I want you to know, that despite what you might think of me—th-th-that isn't something that I d-d-do--or have ever done before in my life.”
