"I doubt she raised you to do this." Belle gestured at the cups of milk, our state of undress, and the cow-print lingerie scattered across the bed.
"Fair point."
Naomi curled against Belle, seemingly content despite her earlier embarrassment. "How long do we have left in here?"
I checked the timer. "About fifteen minutes."
"Just enough time to talk strategy for tomorrow," Belle said, all business despite being nearly naked.
"Or..." I let my gaze travel over both their bodies.
"Strategy," Belle insisted, though her lips twitched with amusement. "The gate is tomorrow. We need a plan."
I sighed dramatically. "Fine. Business before pleasure."
"More like business after pleasure." Naomi's unexpected joke made both Belle and me laugh.
"Look who found her voice," Belle teased, poking Naomi's side.
"I've always had a voice." Naomi swatted her hand away. "I just choose when to use it."
