Beckett laid his gaze on Luellen, who was in a red sweater dress and black tights. The tights were thick and soft, which made Sydney stay curled up on her lap. He pointed out her clothes. "You go to your office dressed like that?"
"No…" Luellen laughed, realizing she had changed her clothes as soon as she gained access to her dedicated space in the house. She smiled at Beckett. "Will you believe me if I say something like… I can build a portal from your house to mine? That's how I can change clothes like I have my closet with me."
"Okay." Beckett laughed, but he quickly reined it in. He rubbed his abdomen. "I wish I could portal my wounds away, too…"
Luellen looked at him and brought down Sydney. She got up and sat on the hammock Beckett had settled on. Her palms pressed together, and her lips curled in a tight smile.
She said, "Beckett, I have stronger smelling salts for you. Do you want to try it?"
