"And you are a Spy in the wrong house." River's voice dropped a pitch, as crisp and menacing as Tex's. It was hard to look at York and not see the man she lo--
-- her man, that is. River rubbed her fingers over her bottom lip, remembering the kiss. How odd it felt. She closed her eyes and shuddered. "Want him back." And she'd fight to have him. Fight, but never hurt York.
But if that was what ended up being necessary. River made no promises for the actions of her limbs.