"Usually I'd argue," he told her with a laugh, "or linger, but... I'm beat." He put his warm hand over hers, rubbing softly, and then took the chance and leaned forward, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips. "Call me," he made her promise. There were whistles and catcalls from all over the station. "Back to work, all of you," he barked, but it was playful.
"Montoya!" he ordered. "We're sharing a cab; I'm making sure you're getting home safely."