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laughed. “No it’s probably because you gave birth three months ago and you actually lost more weight than you gained.”
    “Well I’m glad to know that’s the only reason. You do realize I’m out running every morning at five a.m. right? I had to earn this body. Trust me; childbirth doesn’t give you your ass back as a consolation prize for the hideous pain.”
    “Yeah well , I can’t attest to that.”
    Elizabeth didn’t miss the tone in her voice. “What’s up, Des? You look like you’re about to cry.”
    “I’m good. I just miss Callen.” That was part of it, but the rest was just many layers of hurt, anger and sadness that she wasn’t going to dump it on Elizabeth. This was her friend and partially the reason at the same time.
    “I spoke to him this morning. H e’s coming home soon.”
    Desdemona tried to not let it bother her. Of course Elizabeth spoke to him, and yet he didn’t call the woman he proclaimed to love. Oh wait, he openly proclaimed to love Elizabeth.
    Constantly.
    Repeatedly.
    Right after k issing her square on the mouth with his lips lingering dangerously too long. Wasn’t there some brother rule where ‘thou shalt not kiss your brother’s wife on the lips’? If not there should be!
    Wow, the green-eyed monster was up and at ‘em early today.
    Elizabeth noticed the flash in her friend’s eyes, just before she buried it again. “For the record, Des, he called Ethan to check in, and I answered his phone while he was showering. Callen didn’t call me to just chat.”
    “Oh.” Immediately, she felt better. Now she felt bad that she’d thought about her friend like that. A sigh escaped her lips.
    “Want to talk about it?” Elizabeth was really worried about both of them. Lately there was tension between the two of them and she didn’t understand why, but she had a sneaking suspicion it was the affection she and Callen openly shared.
    “No, I’m fine.”
    Elizabeth wanted to push, but Callen was trying hard to get this woman to marry him and soon; she didn’t want to stir the pot any more than it obviously already was churned up. “Can I ask a favor?” she asked, sipping her coffee and watching the woman over the rim.
    “Sure Lyzee.”
    “Can you watch CJ while I run up and shower? I’m taking him to see daddy for lunch, and I don’t think I can get him to stay still for me as I shower and blow dry my hair.”
    “Absolutely, but I may be leaving lip marks all over those chubby cheeks of his. I may try to eat him too.”
    Elizabeth laughed. “Leave the left arm, that’s my favorite , and I won’t have to wrestle you for it later.”
    “Go shower, and I’ll keep him company on the floor.”
    “I appreciate it. I can’t go to FBI West like this,” she added, moving to the stairs. “Ethan would have a damn stroke.”
    Desdemona watched her walk away. Yeah, she’d start a riot . Ethan would go on the warpath killing all the agents checking out his wife. Part of her was glad Callen was away on assignment. Honestly, as much as she loved Elizabeth, she didn’t love her in running shorts and a t-shirt in front of him. Call it catty and silly, but it was the truth. Just the look on Callen’s face as Elizabeth stretched out was enough to put her over the edge. Yeah, she’d spied on them from the window. Come on! How could she not?
    When her fiancé was home, he’d often go running in the morning with his brother and Elizabeth, and she’d watch CJ. After all, she didn’t run. Not unless someone was chasing her, or there was a big clothing sale somewhere up ahead. It was just one more thing that left her odd woman out.
    The green eyed monster crawled back into her chest and ripped viciously at her heart. Not only because she was jealous of her friend’s hotness, but because now she was pissed that they were doing something as simple as a morning run as a family. FBI agents had to stay in shape, their lives depended on it. Maybe she’d buy Callen a treadmill and