"You're not?" Callen asked, lifting an eyebrow at her (in a manner that was more than a little reminiscent of his sister) as he stepped around the counter separating the kitchen and living room areas.
"Guess that was some other hot blonde then. I must've been mistaken," he murmured, leaning over to brush his lips across hers, lingering.
"Social boundaries," Morag drawled, flipping through a book she'd just pulled off a shelf. "Tracey, I could probably do with a new swimsuit if you want company. If you can detach yourself from my brother's lips long enough."
Callen flipped her off before moving back into the kitchen.