Phelan reached over to turn down the lamp as Jacqueline\u2019s hands slid up beneath the hem of his shirt, fingers cold against his skin. He smiled, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. \u201cNow we hope that the storm prevents any major crises from erupting,\u201d he murmured as he pressed a kiss to her neck.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat would be amazing.\u201d
\n She\u2019d just tugged him down into a horizontal position on the bed and he\u2019d started to unbutton her shirt when the not-quite-expected knock at the door came. Jacqueline bit down on a groan and Phelan pressed a finger against his lips in a shushing motion, whispering, \u201cMaybe if we\u2019re really quiet, they\u2019ll think we\u2019re not here and they\u2019ll go away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can only hope,\u201d she whispered back, grinning at him in the dim of the lowered lamplight.<\/p>\n
Hope\u2019s about all we\u2019ve got, I\u2019m afraid. <\/i> Phelan exhaled a nearly silent sigh and cuddled her closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Something tells me they\u2019re not going to go away. They never just go away. There\u2019s not enough places for us to be hiding.
\n<\/i><\/p>\n
Still, just once I\u2019d really like it if we could just have some time alone without being interrupted by some kind of crisis.
\n<\/i><\/p>\n
Suddenly, he wondered if Thom and Marin ever felt the same way.<\/p>\n
I might owe them a little bit of an apology.
\n<\/i><\/p>\n
Whoever was on the other side of the door knocked a little more insistently a second time. Jacqueline sighed, fingers lacing through Phelan\u2019s hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think they\u2019re going away,\u201d she murmured.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Phelan agreed. \u201cDoesn\u2019t sound like it.\u201d He raised his voice slightly. \u201cWho the hell is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Neve. Is Jac with you?\u201d<\/p>\n
She was already sitting up in bed, fixing her shirt and disentangling herself from Phelan\u2019s embrace. \u201cI\u2019m here. Is Cameron okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not Cam,\u201d Neve called through the door. \u201cIt\u2019s Thordin. He\u2019s awake.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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