They were just lounging when Santana called. With a sigh, he grabbed his pants. He was leaning to kiss her when there was a knock. He pulled back, grabbing a fresh shirt on his way out. She was content staying behind until she heard their voices: hers- brash and throaty- and his- intense, the way it is when he talked about his son.
"Let's just go check out Miss Sexy Voice." Tessa grabbed Seeley's shirt from the floor.
But her worry was not about the strange woman. It was about that intensity that Tessa herself never brought to Seeley's voice.