"I don't need a babysitter." Kate stiffens, not exactly pulling away but squaring up for a fight. Anyone else said that and she'd be at the door and fists flying. With him, it's just a warning blip on the radar. "If I wanted that, Will's already claimed the job." And if not him then Sam.

She's not sure she likes the spark of heat in her eyes when she rests her nails against his stomach. "Want you, yeah. But not for that."