"Shut up," he grumbled, not in anger but in impatience. She was using an absurd amount of words for a situation that required none. He'd already decided how this encounter was going to end, and nothing she said was going to affect that. She'd closed the distance between them and now he reached out for her, seizing her hips with both hands and pulling her to him. He then slid one arm around her waist to keep her from pulling away. His right hand went to the closure of her dress, though he didn't have time for buttons or laces. She'd probably already ruined the dress anyway with her trek through the wilderness. He tugged it sharply, hoping the fabric would give way.