Kris was ready to scream. It seemed, every time she turned around, Mason was right there. Next to her. Near her. Asking her if she needed anything. She half expected him to sit and watch her while she slept in the bunkhouse, but he'd had enough sense not to do that.

Still, since yesterday, while they'd planned and rested and waited, he had been a constant presence. She wondered if her team would start asking questions. No, he was the client. And former military. They'd expect ...