The muscles between her shoulder blades screamed as if the tiny muscle fibers were ripping apart. James didn’t complain. He hid his strength well.
Until the past twenty-four hours she never knew about his martial arts history or just how fit he kept himself. Modesty in a man seemed like an oxymoron in her past. The men she usually dated didn’t waste any time before telling her about how often they worked out.
She glanced at his profile. Just how smart was he if the NSA asked him for help? How could she possibly feel like an equal to a genius like him?
The sounds of nature and the darkness kicked her mind into high gear, processing so much of what had just happened. Except the first thing her brain wanted to focus on wasn’t the danger but the fact James didn’t seem jealous at all when he talked about her date back at the church. Her neck grew hot at the thought even though the breeze should’ve chilled her.
