Cavanaugh had really wowed her with his manliness. She was going to have to remember to put him on his metal more often! He levered himself up and kissed her smiling lips. “I haven’t seen one of those in a while,” he murmured huskily. “Did I put that there?” “Mmmm,” she murmured, unwilling to give up the bliss of floating on her little cloud by making the effort to actually talk. “Why don’t you take a nap?” The suggestion stirred a hint of uneasiness. “What are you going to do?” “Take a walk around town and check things out.” She managed to pry one eyelid up. “Recon?” “Yeah.” She didn’t really want him to, not if there was any chance he could run into trouble. Then again, if trouble ran into him they were liable to be very sorry. “Kiss first,” she murmured. “We’re honeymooning, remember?” He kissed her lingeringly. “In that case, maybe you should call me Remy instead of Cavanaugh,” he said a little dryly. She chuckled. “Not my fault.
