Grace stood facing the east a full hour before the horizon began turning pink. Why stay in bed when sleep was miles away? Maybe fatigue would soon exact its toll, but for now she would take the chance to be free of the motel room. “A man could get used to seeing you in the morning.” She jumped back into a fighting stance once again. A frown touched his face as Brice considered her. “Being on guard is one thing, expecting violence at every turn speaks of a harsh life.” He reached up and touched the brim of his hat. “Good morning.” She fought the urge to return his smile. That quickly her resolve to maintain her composure collapsed. The need to protect herself against him became pressing. “It was.” “You must have missed the Army code-of-conduct class on social etiquette.” “Maybe you should take the hint.” “And get lost?” Brice stepped in a slow circle that forced her to either move with him or give him access to her back.
