Seconds later they flew open again when she was being lifted up in Wes’s arms.
“Wore you out, did I?” he said and chuckled. Callie was not the sort of woman who liked to be carried about, but she’d seen Fenn haul Hayden around over his shoulder. There was something feminine about it, and no doubt a silly part of her wanted a man to do that to her, to prove he was strong. Not to prove that she was weak. There was a difference.
“Not going to insist I put you down?” He seemed amused at her relaxed reaction to him carrying her.
“Nope. If you had any idea how tired I was, you wouldn’t either.” She tightened her hold around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, inhaling the rich scent of his skin. He didn’t wear cologne, didn’t need it. And she preferred a man’s natural scent anyway.
