"No. In three minutes, S.H.I.E.L.D. will have a much better chance of finding this place. I need to leave now."
Skye reined in her excitement and looked at Miles as she spoke.
Miles, stripped down to nothing but his underwear, climbed off the bed with a disappointed look on his face and kicked the fallen lamp beside him.
But he still held Skye's hands. "I'm sorry, Skye. If I got you into trouble, I'm really sorry. I missed you."
Skye heard him and looked at Layden, somewhat moved. "Me too."
"But we talked about this before I went to Los Angeles. This is my chance."
"Don't mess with S.H.I.E.L.D., okay?"
"Fine, but at least tell me what it's like. You went deep behind enemy lines!" Miles asked Skye.
"Surprisingly... friendly. The people I work with are all great."
"There must be some exciting stories, right?" Miles looked at Skye expectantly.
A smile appeared on Skye's face as well. "Miles, you can't even imagine it, but it's all classified."
"I can't believe you'd say something like that, C. You have to tell me something!" Miles said in disbelief.
"Later!"
"If they ever give you leave or something, let me know. I'll get us a suite—some upscale hotel with suites—and you can tell me stories naked." Miles looked at Skye's impressive figure as he spoke.
"A suite? You? That's hilarious."
Skye laughed at Miles. "But if I don't find my shirt soon, I can forget about getting any leave."
Just as she spoke, the bedroom door opened, and May and Leo stood openly in the doorway.
Leo handed over her clothes. "Your shirt. Here."
May still wore the same icy expression, except her gaze was several degrees colder.
Skye's pupils instantly widened. She had never expected the two of them to be