Steve gave a faint chuckle and leaned back, careful not to crowd Natasha or push her too far. She wasn't the one from the island, the one who'd seemed interested in . . . more. Of all the women in the hotel he might consider sleeping with, Natasha was definitely at the top of the list, but he didn't know if she felt the same.

And he was too scared to ask.

He smiled at her, resolutely pushing aside those questions he didn't have the balls to address, "Yeah. I hate to say it, but I'm glad you're here Natasha. Life just isn't right when you're not around."