Jay said to Sara the following morning. “The weather is mostly sunny, we have another whole building to search, and more receptionists to terrorize. The day is young.” He yawned. “A lot younger than I am. Not that I’m complaining.” “Your fault. You decided that I was so fragile that you had to take your time. Hoo-hah! No complaints here.” He laughed so hard he had to lean on the building. “What?” she asked. “I think you meant ‘booyah.’” He snickered. “Isn’t that what I said?” “Not quite. Military slang can be tricky.” “What did I say?” she asked. “I’ll tell you when we aren’t in public.” He swallowed a laugh. “But now that I think of it, you were accurate. For me, it was the best part of the night. Snug and hot and—” “I’m getting the message,” she cut in. “Part of the female anatomy, right?” “Oh yeah. Very female.” She just shook her head and wished she could laugh, too. But the Vermilion building where they had stayed the night, and searched after breakfast, was empty of any portraits.
