"Doing the opposite of that, I think," is Cougar's opinion, breathing in and out in tandem with hers, wanting to be with her in every sense of the word. Six weeks of lost time is something he wants so badly to catch up on and he wants to start now. He reaches behind him for the balcony door, reluctantly prying himself away from her in order to glare at the others.

"Max, tomorrow," he says, danger in his eyes when Roque looks like he might offer dirty comments. "Out," he says calmly, landing on Clay. "We'll handle this." They'll make sure that it works. He gives Jake a long look as they leave the apartment, refusing to take his eyes off her.

"Hat, please," is his calm request.