"Will they think so about it?" she challenged.
"No. They won't. But I do." I said this flat, absolutely.
"You're being unreasonable. You're not putting the needs of the team ahead of your own personal issues. I don't even know them, but even I know that."
"Smart, are you?"
"Well, I try to be."
Let's go have lunch," I said, jerking the engine into a quick burst of movement that almost surprised her. Had I upset her?
"Are we coming back?"
"You're a stubborn one, aren't you?"
"This is our best opportunity! If this doesn't pan out, then what? I don't want to sit around waiting anymore. Don't you still want to get in?
You're working your way around to something," I accused, pushing my sunglasses to the top of my head and then into gear.
"Maybe. But—" She caught my arm. "Stop!
What?"
