Since Glen was a target too, they really could have went back to their own room, but Clark and Lois could tell that Glen didn't want to be left alone and it would be safer to stay around Glen. They didn't want to take a chance and then feel guilty about Glen's death. Glen had hired his own security guards during the short ride from the hospital to the hotel. One was posted outside the door and another was outside their window. Glen was still very nervous. When he went to brush his teeth, even though the water came from the spicket, he cautiously sniffed the cup and hesitated before washing his mouth out. Clark and Lois weren't as badly affected. Their lives had been in danger many, many times before.

"You think Glen will at least let us sleep in the same bed?" Lois whispered while they were alone.

"He might," Clark said with hope in his voice and he wrapped his arms around her.

She wrapped her arms around him too. "At least it was a nice wedding, wasn't it?"

"The best," he smiled. "Although I liked our Las Vegas wedding too."

She playfully smacked the back of his head and then clasped her hands together again. "Have I mentioned lately that I love you?"

"Not as much as I love you."

They were starting to lean in closer and that's when Glen came back in. They quickly pulled away, worried that Glen might suspect something.

He smiled at them. "That's a rare sight, a sister and brother hugging. If I tried that with my sister, she'd knock me down in a heartbeat. I'd be looking up at the ceiling and I don't know that I'd cotton to her hugging me either."

"You didn't know us back in the day," Clark smiled, directing the smiled toward Lois. "LeAnn would have flipped me if I'd tried anything."

"You're darn right I would have," she smiled back.

"Well, as you can see," Glen said, "my room has 2 double beds. How about you share a bed with me, Brian, and let your sister have a bed for herself?"

"That's nice of you," Lois said, "but I don't mind sharing a bed with my brother."

"Yeah, she slept in my bed all the time growing up," Clark said teasingly.

Lois frowned at him, making them seem more like siblings.

Glen gave a slight chuckle, but he hadn't gained his full humor back yet. "Now that's the sister-brother relationship I'm more used to. I can understand preferring to sleep with a family member over a business acquaintance, although after you two saved my life, I think we can call ourselves friends." He yawned. "Well, goodnight," he said, slipping off his cashmere robe to reveal his light blue, silk pajamas. He crawled into bed turned on his side to face away from them.

Lois and Clark got into bed too. It wasn't long before Glen's snores could be heard loud and clear. At least they knew they could safely whisper.

"I'm sorry, Lois. I know this isn't turning out to be a very good honeymoon," he whispered.

"It's not your fault, Clark," she whispered back. Then she chuckled. "It could be worse you know. You could be spending your wedding night in bed with another man."

"That's not funny," he said, but he couldn't keep a smile from creeping onto his face. "I'll make it up to you. I promise."

"I'm holding you to that," she said. "Good night, Mr. Kent."

"Good night, Mrs. Kent," he said and then he leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips.

Lois groaned. "I wish you wouldn't do that until we can. This is hard enough."

He laughed softly. "I know what you mean. Well, good night."

"Good night."

"At least we have that Maid of the Mist boat ride tomorrow. That might be fun."

"Fun compared to what?" she asked. "I guess it might help cool us off anyway."

"Well, good night."

She laughed. "That makes the 3rd time you've said that."

"I like saying good night to you, and I wish I wasn't."

"Good night," she said, her voice still thick with amusement.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"See you in the morning."

"That's just another way of saying good night."

"I know."

"See you in the morning," she said.