“No worries.”
He was back to short sentences, not looking at her. She tried not to be hurt about it. No doubt he had better things to do than look after a reporter who didn’t know her way from one end of a forest to the other.
“You were a soldier. Weren’t you?” she asked, fascinated by his movements. For such a big man, he was graceful, his hands large and strong but elegant in their structure.
He snorted. “I had some military training. Once.”
“Were you homeless?” She didn’t think he was. Not with the way he was built.
He looked up at her, an odd look in his eyes.
“No. Why?” His gaze flicked over her. Not with male interest but cool and professional. “Were you?” She knew she didn’t look her best, but yeah… that stung.
She shook her head. “No. I’m a reporter. I was undercover investi
