She slept in an oversized T-shirt. He wasn’t surprised. He hadn’t expected her to be clad in anything frilly and he wasn’t sure why.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
“You’re secretly laughing at me.”
“No,” he assured her. “I’m laughing at myself.”
“Oh?”
He shook his head, lying back down as he spoke.
“We’ve all taken profiling classes. And I guess I was profiling you.”
“Oh?” she said warily.
“I just surprised myself. I was pretty sure you slept in something like that. Something comfortable and easy.”
“Hm. I guess I had you down right, too, then.”
“Oh?”
“I knew you’d be out here with the bare minimum, pillow, blanket—and that you’d sleep with your clothes on.”
“Hey! I’m trying to be professional here!” he countered.
She acquired her bottle of water and headed back to the door, grinning. “And, of course, I’m trying to be professional here, too.”
“Hm,” he murmured.
“What?”
“You could have tried a little harder. That cotton kind of hugs your form!”
She let out a soft groan.
“Well, you know, I am on my second honeymoon. Good night, darling!”
“Good night, my beloved. Sleep well.”
With a last grin and a shake of her head, she disappeared and the door between them closed.
He liked her. She was serious, but she had a sense of humor.
And...
He couldn’t help but wonder more about her past. It was one thing to get to know someone through a dossier. It was quite another once you were with that person.
Naturally, she had to be wondering about him. It was never easy to be thrown into a situation undercover.
And sure as hell never easy when you were just beginning to know one’s partner.
But...
He smiled to himself.
Something told him that it was going to be all right.
