June narrowed her eyes as Beckett leaned in closer, speaking in that low, wicked voice of his. Last time he’d propositioned her she’d declined, if only because it was fun to watch him not get everything he wanted in life. (Or perhaps in the future when she was feeling more generous, it would be fun to watch him strive for something he would ultimately get.) Not here though, not when June was still having too much fun, even if the conversation had shifted to something a little less playful and a hell of a lot more sultry.

“Of course Barcelona.” she confirmed, offering him a coy smile. “I haven’t been there yet. You wouldn’t want to skimp on showing your wife all the Mediterranean, would you?” In fact the only place she’d been was Italy, which had been soured by Cassian himself. Juniper took a slow sip of her wine before setting it back down with a soft clink. “And a few hours on a sailboat sounds tolerable enough, especially since you seem prepared to keep me very entertained.”

June glanced at Beckett, her head tilting to the side. She lowered her voice to a whisper.“Though I suppose if you bore me,” she started, “I can always throw myself overboard. Something dramatic. You’d have to dive in after me, and of course I’d be very willing to thank my hero husband for saving me.” She could play this game all day. "Or maybe I'll just toss you overboard and lounge in the sun."

As for the ring… June glanced down at her naked finger. There would be one there eventually, but she wasn’t in a hurry for one yet.

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