Of course Santos is the one that figured out Langdon, she said she spent a month at a Pain Clinic. She would absolutely know the difference between a faulty bottle and a tampered one.

what are you doing? baran is confused. they just had sex and yolanda is putting about two whole couch cushions between them.

putting on a movie? it’s almost defensive, but she can’t really look at baran, whose gaze is always so piercing. ah. there it is. faint but unmistakable heat to her neck. baran wrestles down a smile, not smug or even amused, just warm.

so she dips her body toward yolanda, crawling the one, two cushions over and settling into her side. one leg up across yolanda’s hips, her arm warm and heavy across her middle. she kisses her collar bone and the crook of her neck and settles her head under yolanda’s chin.

this okay? baran mumbles, but the tension has already bled from yolanda completely. her arm comes to rest around baran’s shoulders.

yeah, it’s fine. it’s supposed to be nonchalant, but her voice has gone impossibly soft.