If you're so fired up about playing host," Zane said, his expression both fierce...

If you're so fired up about playing host," Zane said, his expression both fierce and closed. "I'll let you take care of her luggage and show her to her room."
He put his hat on his head, nodded once at Phoebe and stalked away.
She stared after him for a second. He looked as good from the back as he had from the front. Her hormones yelled out catcalls of appreciation which--fortunately--only she could hear. But however impressed she might be with him, Zane obviously didn't return her feelings. He practically burned rubber in his haste to get away.