Freya undid another button on her shirt and glared up at Mal. “That’s it.”

“Just one –“ He reached his hands up towards her cleavage then stopped at the look on her face and let them drop again. “Okay. Should be enough.”

“The rate you were going I’d be walking across there naked,” she grumbled.

“Be a good decoy, though, wouldn’t it?” He grinned at her, but it didn’t make much of a dent in her currently less than sunny disposition.

Unstrapping her gunbelt she handed it to Zoe. “Better take this now,” she said quietly. “Before I decide to shoot him.” Then she slid the gun from its holster and pushed it well down into the waistband at the back of her pants. “Don’t really feel like going out there unarmed.”

“Where are the horses?” the other woman asked.

“Left hand side.”

“Right. Give me a couple.” She melted into the shadows, leaving the two of them alone.

Freya very deliberately turned her back on her husband, staring out at the warehouse across the empty street.

The silence was deafening for a minute, then Mal said, “I … that dream …”

“I know.”

“I don’t feel that way about Zoe. Just so’s you know.”

“I'm aware of that.”

“Only I wondered if you’d … you know, since Zoe and Hank …”

“Simon.”

“What?”

“Simon. I dreamed about Simon.”

“Oh.” He stared down at his boots, idly noting they were in need of a polish. “Simon.”

“And handcuffs.” She glanced back at him, but looked away before he could lift his head. “I have to say, though, he looked quite fetching in the leather shorts.”

His chin jerked up. “Shorts?”

“Very short shorts. More like a belt, really. With a pouch.”

“A –“

“Pouch. Lined with fur, if I recall correctly.” She sighed, although he couldn’t tell if it was in pleased recollection or not. “Certainly had stamina.”

“Freya!”

She couldn’t keep it up, but turned to look at him, her lips curving. “It was only a dream, Mal. That’s all. And I seem to recall you saying once that a person shouldn’t be blamed for what they drea