Voss could have blamed the punch. Felicity was still looking at him, though, and he'd already tried smiling his way past her once that afternoon. They took the steps down from the yard together, with enough distance between them and the team for him to tell his wife something he didn't particularly like about himself.
"When you called Victor's name, I had the stupidest thought I've ever had in a fight," he told her. "I'd just taken a fist to the face for a look at you. He got the look for free, and for a second that seemed terribly unfair."
"Good thing you married a woman with two eyes. I've usually got one spare." She brought him to a stop where the stone wall hid them from the yard. "Did you think you'd have to get hurt again if you wanted me to come over?"
