135. Chapter 135

Alex has roses and Maggie’s favorite chocolates and a bottle of red wine and a blush on her face to match.

“Whoa, Danvers, you’re gonna need a shopping cart to haul all that over to Sawyer’s place.”

Alex stops and scowls and Winn grins because he knows she’d smack him upside the head if her hands weren’t so full. But they are, so she can’t, so his grin widens.

“She’s making me dinner at her place, I didn’t want to show up empty handed.”

“So you decided to go full-out Valentine’s Day. In January. Aw, Alex, you’re just so sweet.”

“Meet me in the sparring room, Schott, you’ll find out how sweet I am.” But she’s blushing harder, because his words are teasing but his eyes are proud, his eyes are happy, his eyes love her like the big sister he always wished he had to protect him in the foster system.

“Oohoooh, didn’t anyone tell you the threats don’t work as well when you’re practically bringing your girlfriend a teddy bear?”

Alex pales slightly and her eyes go wide. “Shit, Winn, do you think I should’ve gotten her a stuffed animal, too? She does have that giraffe from when she was a kid, maybe she’d like – “

“Slow down there, buccaneer, you don’t wanna drown the girl.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Agent Schott, but remind me again which one of us actually has a girlfriend?”

“You know, Agent Danvers, I’m gonna ignore that low, very low, very below the belt, very distinctly unfriendly blow, because you know what? I… I… Because I have absolutely no comeback.”

Alex snorts and smirks and straightens up and starts heading toward the door.

“Alex,” Winn calls, and she turns with a sarcastic grin on her face, figuring he’s come up with a belated comeback.

“She’s lucky, you know. To have you.”

“And in a few decades when you finally date someone, they’re gonna be lucky to have you, too.”

“I don’t know why I bother.”

“Because you love me.”

“I do, yeah.”

“You too, Winn.”

“Go. Send my love to your lady.”

“Winn.”

“Yeah.”

“Seriously. Anyone would be really lucky to have you.”

“Aw, Danvers, you’re making me blush.”

“Good night, Schott.”

“Good night, Alex.”