He watched her, still frowning. “Everyone has at least one relationship go wrong. That doesn’t mean you quit for life.”
“No, I know. I guess it depends on how horrible the relationship really was.” She knew her one holiday fling wasn’t the thing that had really put her off—it was just the last straw.
“Or what else you’ve been through,” he added.
She shot him a look. He was way too perceptive. Emma forced a laugh, a light, high peal of almost real amusement. Because although he was right, she wasn’t going there…with him.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, surprised.
“I just realized we’re doing it.”
He looked confused. “Doing what?”
“Sharing too much too soon, like they all do down here. We’re doing that.” Or rather she was. And she’d shared more than enough already.
He sent her a sideways look. “I’m happy to go back to flirt talk if you like.”
She did like—far too much. But it needed to stop when she had a project to do. “No, we both have work.”
He sighed. “I keep trying to point this out to you, but you’re still not getting it… There’s more to life than work.”
She merely smiled. He didn’t have to prove what she had to prove.
“You know how hard these guys work,” he said. “Six days when in the base, nonstop when in a field camp. Long, long hours. If they don’t kick back and relax sometime, they go crazy.”
“Yes, but I’m here only a couple of weeks.” And this was the first time she was getting to do what she loved most as her job.
“All the more reason to have some R&R time—it might be your only trip down here. You have to make the most of it.”
“We need to get back to the shelter.” She began to stomp away. “My feet have turned into blocks of ice.”
“No kidding,” he called after her.
…
Late the following afternoon, Hunter walked into the lounge. They’d gotten back from the overnight camp just before lunch, and he’d been in meetings ever since. He’d lived in small, shared spaces since he hit boarding school at age six, so he knew how to maintain isolation and privacy despite being around people 24/7. But tonight he felt like getting up close to one of his fellow residents. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much that she had a good time while down here. Maybe it was the serious look in her eyes or her aura of isolation—maybe it was just that like recognized like.
He picked up the e-reader that had been left on the edge of one of the bookcases and grinned at the fake-zebra-skin cover. You could tell a lot about a person by their reading taste, right? Well, you could learn something. He flicked on the button and read the page. Hell.
A bolt of heat speared his stomach.
Heeeellll.
He flicked it off again. He didn’t need that making his situation worse. He’d discovered firsthand how hot she was beneath that pretty, ice-polite exterior, but adding this to the mix?
There was no way they could continue flirting the way they had been. No, he was going to have to put some boundaries in place for himself. They could manage a nice, friendly, no-rampant-sexual-undertones relationship. He didn’t want to be thinking about her all the time, anyway. And he definitely didn’t want to be thinking about doing that with her all the time.
This was supposed to be his vacation—he didn’t want any emotional entanglements, and she clearly wasn’t the kind of woman who could do casual and light. He went straight to the bunkroom he knew was hers and knocked on the door.
But as she opened the door, he couldn’t help himself. He deliberately stepped into the space so only an inch separated their faces, a scant few more separating their chests. He couldn’t resist a look at those full lips—now parted in surprise.
Her breathing quickened, the short pants slightly audible. The temperature zoomed. Temptation winched his body tighter. He dragged his gaze up to the green pools that were her eyes—and saw a desire swirling that equaled his. Damn. He struggled to remember he was here to let her know he was going to leave her alone.
“I think you left this in the lounge,” he whispered roughly and held it out.
…
“Oh,” Emma mumbled. “Thanks.” As she took the e-reader from him, she saw a look in his eye that hadn’t been there before. Yes, they’d indulged in all that crazy flirt talk and that overwhelming kiss. But now? There was something even more intense in his gaze. Like the eagle really had narrowed in on its prey.
He nodded. “Actually, there’s something I need to tell you.”
Wariness prickled along Emma’s spine. “There’s a problem?”
“Not a problem as such…” Hunter rubbed his jaw and turned to face the corridor. “You’ve been working on your wall?”
“Yeah.” She’d been through to the new research lab and set up her case. The supplies she’d brought down had been put there from the hold, and she’d organized them in preparation for tomorrow.
“You’re the artist who’s been commissioned to paint the mural in the new lab, right?”
“Yes,” she admitted, biting her lip. “It’s a huge honor to have been awarded the job. I hope my work lives up to it.”
“I’m sure it will,” he said. “But you need to know that while you’re here I’m working on the same building. I’m in charge of completing the lab construction.”
“You’re…in charge?” Her heart wouldn’t stop beating the tango. They were going to be working in the same space? This wasn’t good news. “You’re a builder back home?” Wherever his home was. That question—and twenty more—burned on the tip of her tongue.
“I guess I’m a bit like the others,” he answered after a moment. “I’ll do anything to have some time down here.”
“Because you love Antarctica or because you’re avoiding that family Christmas?”
“Both.”
She laughed and just as quickly completely sobered. “Look, if we’re working near each other for the next week, then we have to—”
“Stop the smut talk.”
“That’s right.” She nodded, her heart still slamming into her chest.
“We can be friends, though?”
He was going with the friends let-her-down-gently routine? Her heart stopped its dance altogether. Friends might be tricky, given the direction her thoughts took every time she got a glimpse of him. But she wasn’t an animal, was she? She had a choice. And she’d already chosen to say no to him. “Of course.”
“Great.”
He strode away, and Emma slowly closed the door. She walked back to her bunk, tossing the e-reader on the mattress. So he’d given up on the chase and fun flirting. This was good, right?
Then why did she feel colder than the frost forming on her window?
…
Early, early, way too early the next morning, Emma was up and in her overalls, ready to get started with her mural. She’d drawn a mock-up of the kind of work she’d put in the lab for her proposal, and now she had to put it into scale. Although she knew what she wanted, she was still daunted at the sheer size of the project.
She walked into the new building. It had a double-door system, a small vestibule where her mural was going, and then the main laboratory was through another set of doors. Those doors were open now, and she heard voices coming from the room within.
“She’s definitely an Antarctic Ten.” She didn’t recognize the speaker, but she did recognize one of those suddenly laughing.
“What’s an Antarctic Ten?” she asked as she walked into the room.
There were four guys in a group looking out the window toward the main building. Giving a quick glance out, Emma saw the back view of a woman walking into the mess. The men had all turned toward her, their faces reflecting the same guilty expression.
Hunter stood with three other men—two with tool belts and one clearly from cargo, given he had a delivery box at his feet.
“Um…” Tool Belt One seemed lost for
words.
“It’s a rating system,” Tool Belt Two admitted.
“For women?” Emma walked farther into the room, pulling her pencil from her pocket. “How classy.”
They had the grace to look sheepish—except for Hunter, who was grinning broadly.
“Define an Antarctic Ten for me.” Emma brandished her super-sharp pencil and eyeballed him.
Hunter’s gaze dropped to the pencil and back up to her. “It’s a new term to me, so I’m not really sure.”
Yeah, right. The guy had already clued her in to some other ice slang. He knew what this was.
“Antarctic Ten would be like…about a five back home,” Tool Belt One muttered.
“Charming.” Emma rolled her eyes.