"You can't be in here." Ian stated it as a fact. Sam sank back onto the bed. He was definitely growing stronger, but standing could be troublesome on shaky legs. The pain of his wound had definitely receded. "Why not?" he asked a little belligerently. "She can't; it's impossible. I was standing guard at her door." Ian's gaze met Azami's. "To protect you of course." "Of course, because there are so many enemies creeping around your halls," Azami said, her voice soft and pleasant, a musical quality lending innocence and sweetness. Ian's frown deepened as if he was puzzled. She certainly couldn't have meant that the way it came out, anyone listening would be certain of it. "Just what are you two doing in here anyway?" he asked, suspicion lending his tone a dark melodrama. He even wiggled his eyebrows like a villain. Sam kept a straight face with difficulty. Ian was a large man with red hair and freckles. He didn't look in the least bit mean or threatening, even when he tried. "Azami was just telling me how when she left her room to inquire after my health, there was a giant man with carroty hair snoring in the hallway beside her door." "There was no way to get past me," Ian insisted. Sam grinned at him. "Are you saying you fall asleep on the job, then?" " ." Ian scowled at him. "I was wide awake and she didn't slap past me." "You say," Sam pointed out, his tone mocking as he folded his arms across his chest and leaned back casually, pleased he could tease his friend. "Still, she's here and that proves you were looking the other way or sleeping, just like that time in Indonesia when we parachuted in and you fell asleep on the way down. I believe that time you got tangled in a very large tree right in the center of the enemies' camp." Azami's lashes fluttered, drawing Sam's attention. He almost reached out to her, wanting to hold her hand, but she'd mentioned a couple of times she didn't show affection in public. "You fell asleep while parachuting?" she asked, clearly uncertain whether or not they were joking. Ian shook his head. "I did not. A gust of heavy wind came along and pushed me right into that tree. Gator told everyone I was snoring when he shoved me out of the plane. The entire episode is all vicious fabrication. On the other hand, Sam here, actually did fall asleep while he was driving as we were escaping a very angry drug lord in Brazil." Azami raised her eyebrow as she turned to Sam for an explanation. Her eyes laughed at him and again he had a wild urge to pull her to him and hold her tight. Primitive urges had never been a part of his makeup until she'd come along; now he figured he was becoming a caveman. Her gaze slid to his face as if she knew what he was thinking--which was probably the case. He flashed a grin at her."