Fire Burns Hot ((An FBI/ Romance Thriller~ (Book 5))) by Morgan Kelley Page B

their bodies. His was across his stomach, and Ethan’s his chest. “You’re probably tired because you assaulted me more than once last night.”
    Callen thought back to it. It was so worth it. “Okay, I’m Lyzee lagged. I’ll do anything you want if you just let us lay here another hour.”
    “Okay,” she answered, and when he opened one eye suspiciously, there was more laughter.
    “Seriously?”
    She cuddled closer and took in the masculine scent that she’d missed the last ten days. Honestly, her stomach wasn’t feeling so wonderful. Morning sickness was on its way. Her only hope was to hide it for two more days. Just until Christmas Eve.
    Now he was suspicious and opened both eyes. “Spill it.”
    She started laughing again. “Cal, really. I just missed you and I’ll give up a run to lie in bed in your arms. I think you’ve been hanging around your brother too much. Paranoia is contagious and you seem to have a really bad case of it.”
    He relaxed. “How about you tell me what plans we have for work today?”
    “You have to file your reports, and I have to work this assignment.”
    “My reports were filed last night. Ethan has them, and by now they’re sent to Ginny for filing.” Now he was grinning wickedly. “I wanted to surprise you by sneaking home.”
    “You certainly did.” And she wasn’t just talking the really amazing sex.
    “So, I’m your partner today,” he whispered, kissing her neck and then shoulders. Suddenly, he wasn’t in the mood to sleep anymore. There was other exercise he had in mind.
    “I have a partner.” When his lips stopped suddenly, Elizabeth worried that she’d hurt him. The man in bed with her had abandonment issues, all courtesy of his trash bag mother, “Agent Christensen.”
    “Oh, okay.”
    Yeah, for some reason his feelings were hurt. “But, I’ll toss her over to Julian if you promise to make me breakfast.” Elizabeth could feel the tension ebb away and knew it was all going to be fine.
    “I’ll try and make you breakfast.”
    “Hey, are you okay?” she asked, rolling to face him. “It’s not like you to get this sensitive. Talk to me, Cal.”
    “I feel out of place in our threesome.”
    Okay, now she was starting to feel sick. If Callen was doubting what they had, she was going to start vomiting right then. Her eyes filled with tears at his words.
    Now he saw her emotions and it worried him. “Hey, why are you going to cry, angel?” he asked, wiping the tears away with his thumbs.
    “Are you unhappy with us? Are you going to tell me we were a mistake?” she inquired. “Are you trying to tell me you want out?”
    Callen finally got it, and it was his fault. He should have phrased that differently. “No, Lyzee. I meant when we’re in the field. You are great and finding the killer and solving it. Ethan is the leading profiler for the FBI. I feel out of place, because I don’t know what I bring to the team. I just figured I’m not really useful as a partner , and that’s why you didn’t want my help.”
    Elizabeth was able to breathe again now that her heart was beating once more. “You're the most important part, Callen. I may take what Ethan says and find the common thread, but you’re the calm one, and the mediator. You keep us focused on the assignment. Generally you have a calm head and aren’t over the edge with emotion.”
    He kissed the tip of her nose.
    “Ethan is like a flash explosion; hot and fast, but you are a slow burn. You are steady and in control.”
    “Not when it comes to you,” he whispered, and began kissing her neck again.
    “I’d partner with you every day if I could. I think you’re excellent at your job. Out of the three of us, you have the harder task. Look at what you do as Liaison to the Native community. It’s tense and tumultuous. I bet that they practically ran you through the ringer this last assignment. I’ve watched you come home exhausted and worn down, because you care about the Natives