Poppy glanced up at him and the woman paused for a moment. “I see,” she said. “Well, my name’s Dylan. I’m the demolitions expert.”
She sucked in air slowly. “Whoa. I mean, congratulations and all, but I don’t think I could ever go on a raid with my boyfriend. I’d be too wigged out.”
Their flight was announced over the intercom and Dylan stood up. “Well, nice to meetcha. We’re a good group here; you’ll fit right in.”
Poppy took it, her brow still furrowed in worry as she intertwined her fingers with his. Her small hands were cold and she frowned, not meeting his gaze.
Her conflicted expression lifted slightly and she glanced up at him. “I love you too, my darling,” she replied, squeezing his hand gratefully.
She nodded, slinging her pack over her back. “Just to warn you,” she told him, “I am definitely sleeping on your shoulder the whole time.”