“No.”
I tightened my arm.
“Dizzy?”
“No.”
His mouth curved.
“Other problem.”
It took me a second.
Then I laughed.
The color in his cheeks deepened.
“That good?”
“You appear pleased with yourself.”
“I am.”
I helped him into the chair.
Noah touched his lower lip.
“Did I always forget how to stand when you kissed me?”
“Only when I made an effort.”
“Arrogant.”
“Evidence-based.”
He looked up at me with a soft, dazed smile.
“Go before I ask again.”
“I might refuse to go.”
“You have a ferry empire to save.”
“Four launches do not make an empire.”
“Tell your face.”
I bent and kissed his forehead.
“I’ll be downstairs.”
“Whistle.”
At the stairwell, I gave the signal.
Two short notes.
One long.
