There was a bubble of laughter Fred couldn't quite stamp out, compressed and contained between. Along the back edge of it came the thought that she hoped the sound wasn't in any way upsetting. The simple truth was that she was happy.

Her mouth made a preemptive apology, moving to kiss him even more deeply than before.

Which of course eliminated any opportunity for further conversation. Instead her hands drifted to assist Wesley with his task, slipping beneath fabric to slim along his waist and back until it was entirely tugged free.

She'd had a bit of experience with his shirts.