"We should keep moving," she said, not meaning it at all.
"We should," he agreed, making no move to set her down.
The cold pressed in from all sides. Somewhere ahead, the rest of Snow Team was probably wondering where they'd gone.
Voss held her closer, one hand spreading wide across her belly, protective, reverent, claiming.
"Five more minutes," he said.
Felicity tucked her face against his neck and smiled. "Ten."
"Fifteen."
"Now you're negotiating against yourself."
"I'm investing in returns." His thumb traced a slow circle over the swell of her abdomen. "This is the most important strategic asset I've ever been entrusted with."
She laughed, the sound bright against the desolate, of the Australian bush.
As she leaned back, her gaze drifted past Voss's shoulder and locked onto Dimitri.
The air between them seemed to vibrate. Felicity held his stare for a heartbeat longer than necessary, a lingering, searching look that stripped away his stoic veneer.
