"I said in the letter that you had not worked as a gardener before, so he is not expecting you to know the difference between a delphinium and a dianthus." Monsieur Gagnon poured milk onto his porridge. "But he is expecting you to work hard. If you don't, you could be fired, or your cover could be blown."
"I can manage."
"The job might require a little more than sticking a shovel in the ground occasionally and spreading a bit of manure," Madeleine said. The others turned to stare at her.
She immediately regretted her sarcastic remark, regretted throwing his words in his face. She shouldn't let this man get to her, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. They needed to work together for the sake of the mission. But she hated him. After what he'd done to Jean Philippe...
Hunter's gaze locked with hers, and the heat of his anger scorched her clear across the room. She refused to back down from the challenge in his stare. She'd be damned if she'd let him intimidate her.
"Madeleine, enough." Monsieur Gagnon spoke sharply. "Regardless of your feelings, we need him. He is our only hope for getting the diamond out of the hands of the Nazis."
He was right. If they couldn't steal le Coeur Bleu, Jean Philippe would have died for nothing. She couldn't let that happen.
She inhaled deeply and looked away. "All right. We'll work together."