Their embarrassment was almost palpable as they straightened their clothing, avoiding each other's eyes. David stepped closer, tilting Shay's chin up with one finger before pressing a brief but thorough kiss to her lips. She made a small sound of surprise that melted into something quite different before he pulled away.
"That's hardly proper monitoring technique," he murmured, then turned to Katrina, repeating the gesture with equal attention. When he stepped back, both women appeared slightly dazed, their earlier embarrassment transformed into a different kind of flush.
"It's really not appropriate to eavesdrop on your sister when she's sleeping," David admonished gently.
"I wasn't sleeping," came Vivian's voice from the bed, smug satisfaction evident in every syllable. "And I sensed you both lurking out there since midnight. Amateurs."
Shay's expression darkened as she glared past David at the bed. "You little—"
