Calliope climbed into his lap and nibbled his ear as Finn prepared the Sikorsky to depart. “Can I have a hint?”
“It’s at the top of your list.”
Calliope warmed to her toes at the thought that Tox had remembered the places she wanted to go, from a casual conversation they’d had when they barely knew each other.
“Costa Rica? Honduras?”
“Just wait for your surprise. There’s another bag on board with gear and proper clothes.”
Calliope nuzzled into the cradle of Tox’s lap, her face in his neck. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Over the headset, a disembodied voice barked, “Do not fuck your wife in this helo, Tox.”
Tox growled but placed Calliope back in her seat and fastened the five-point restraint as Finn continued his rant. “I’m serious, fucker. There’s a bed on the jet fifteen clicks away. Keep your dick in your pants.”
Neither Tox nor Calliope heard more as he removed both their headsets so he could kiss his wife long and hard for every one of those fifteen clicks.