It had been a passing thought, here and there, if she were honest. (She usually was.) She had liked traveling with him. Most of the team liked him. He was practically family already.

The decision was never hers to make.

"Only if you wanted me to," she countered sweetly, but the sweetness was quickly swept away by a wiggle of her fingers and a waggle of her eyebrows.

"It's probably someone else's job to tame your thighs."