She snorted. “Right.”
“No, really. I—I didn’t have the greatest relationship with my dad, but I’ve still worn his dog tags since the day he died.”
Her gaze dropped to my chest. “Are they invisible dog tags?”
I glowered at her. “No. I fucking lost them somewhere a couple of months ago. But until then— Anyway, the point is I get it. If I knew where they were, even if it was behind enemy lines, I’d go for them too.”
Her tone softened but stayed wry. “Maybe you should look harder then.”
I didn’t like the direction this conversation was going in. I’d wanted to get under her skin, not the other way around. I took another step away and raised my chin toward the road. “Let’s head back before people start questioning where you went.”
Her eyebrows arched, but her tone turned hesitant. “You’re not going to rat me out?”
I laughed. “Do you want me to?”
She shook her head, looking unconvinced.
“Come on, let’s get some sleep. Not together of course. I mean, unless you really beg.” I added the last part with a chuckle, and she punched me in the arm.
“Fat chance of that,” she muttered, but right then, I knew I was going to find a way to have her.