It was hard to play the perfect gentleman and turn Natalie down like Chris probably should have, especially since Clint knew it was all an act. And really, what man in his position would really say no to such an offer? She was still speaking coherently and her motor skills were fine. Maybe Chris was a gentleman, but he was no saint.

“Maybe a mix,” he said, as if that made it able for him to accept, able to continue without feeling he was taking advantage.

So far he’d been very careful about not touching her, but it was too much and he couldn’t resist anymore. Lifting one hand he ran it back through her hair, the fiery red strands just as silky as he remembered. “How close are we?” he asked, impatient and almost breathless just from her proximity. He was still putting on a decent front, but when he met her eyes again the desire and longing in them was all Clint.