And more. He was feeling protective of her! And, of course, he knew that she was a trained agent, a well-trained one, and that she could take care of herself.
But no way out of it.
Instinct kicked in. He’d never tell her that, of course. She was far too proudly determined that an agent was an agent, whether state or federal.
“Hey!” Wes said to the two. “Thought you were heading in—”
“To sleep,” Celia said. “We decided on one dance!”
“Want to join us?” Jeff asked.
Thoughts flashed through Wes’s mind.
Were they really heading to the dance floor? Should we follow them? Maybe they were heading back to the hospital, maybe they really wanted to see Sally before she woke up!
But even if they tried, they wouldn’t get past George and Edward.
Chloe must have been thinking the same.
“I’m beat!” she said. “I think we’re just going to call it a night!” She yawned expressively and leaned against Wes, smiling into his chest.
“Okay, see you on the excursion—or, wait, knowing all of us a bit, see you at breakfast before the excursion!” Jeff told them.
“Yep, besides, not just knowing us, it’s a good idea to start a physical day with a good meal,” Wes agreed.
They stepped out of the elevator. Celia and Jeff stepped in and it closed behind them.
“Do you think...”
“I think George has the situation in hand.”
“Yeah, I agree!” Chloe told him.
They headed on down the hallway to their cabin. Wes opened the door and Chloe stepped in ahead of him.
He carefully locked the door behind them.
She was looking at him, nodding sagely.
“What a gentleman! But it’s your turn for the bed!”
She kicked her shoes off and headed for the couch.
“Ah, come on! Let me be the gentleman! I’m accustomed to the couch. I probably couldn’t sleep in a bed now!”
To stress his argument, he kicked his shoes off and plopped down next to her. She looked at him, grinning, and he meant to reach over and help her up. But she smiled and surprised him by whispering, “We do make a good married couple.”
“In many ways...” he began. But they were touching. Their faces were close. “I guess I just need to be sure...”
It was almost as if he heard himself murmuring the words with no intention of really saying them.
But he ended his words when his mouth touched down on hers, barely, yes, barely a touch at first, but...
She didn’t draw away. Her lips pressed to his, and his pressed then with greater need, and before he knew it, his arms were around her and they were falling into a half-prone position with one another and his tongue was playing with hers as hers played with his.
So very unprofessional.
And yet...
