He snorted a laugh and began patting the rivulets of water from Pete's body with the extra towel. Vegas always knew that Pete had a body under his clothes -- he had to as a bodyguard -- but he appreciated it even more right now as he ran the towel over toned muscle and warm skin. That was all for him now and he couldn't help smiling at the thought.

"What kind of husband would I be if I didn't plan to get you back to bed safely?"