Tragos hooked his arm around Marcie’s waist and pulled her in firmly, his hug tight and protective. He definitely would have called it protective. Not nervous. Not anything like that. He heard Kaden lock the door behind them, and loosened his grip on Marcie only enough so he could kiss her.
“Sure!” Kaden answered, giving the couple a wide berth and throwing his bag down on the couch. “We’re not freaking out at all.”
“We’re not,” Tragos answered Kaden’s sarcasm with a more even tone, keeping one arm wrapped around Marcie’s waist. He had to be steady, for the both of them. “We’re handling this.”