Apparently, Jonathan didn’t care for that reaction either. His arm tightened around Phoebe’s waist as he pulled her to his side. “No. You know me better than to imagine I’d lie about something like this. It is the truth,” he warned. Nervously, Phoebe glanced up. His jaw was set in a stubborn line as he stared at his amused friend. She set her hands to his arms where they wrapped about her waist and pushed.  Despite her attempts, Jonathan wouldn’t release her. His breath beat against her cheek. “Let me fix this, my love.” Across the room, Warminster wiped his eyes, still chuckling. He still didn’t believe them. Gradually, when neither of them joined in his merriment, Warminster appeared to absorb their words. His gaze flickered over Jonathan’s protective stance, her rumpled state, and then behind them. A sneer curled his lip as his arm gestured toward the neatly made bed. “Nice try.”  Jonathan set his head alongside Phoebe’s, snuggling her tighter against him and inhaled deep.
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