“I was out scouting for the best location to do photos for the adjustments on the campaign.”
“That isn’t worth dying over.” He finally looked her in the eyes, but all he could see was her being sucked out to sea and drowning.
“It could be, since my job depends on it.” Her desolate tone made him pity her, and he hated that.
“I haven’t even agreed to work with you,” he reminded her. “Our bargain only included that I would give it my honest consideration.”
“That’s because you haven’t heard my pitch—”
“Not a chance,” Denver barked, cutting her off. He gentled his tone and continued. “There’s nothing you could show me that could change my mind.” He couldn’t stop scowling, and his frown only deepened when he saw that dangerous flare of heat in her eyes. How could she find him the least bit
