Suddenly, Walter found himself immensely grateful for Juliette.  She was much better at this sort of thing than he was.  It wasn't that Kenzie didn't like him, but when they weren't chasing down some outlaw or escaping death by the skin of their collective teeth,  he had observed that she remained skittish around him, as if she didn't trust him completely.   He wondered what had happened to the blond in her past, what devils drove her, what caused her to run out into wild space with a couple of bounty hunters she barely knew.  But Jules was magical, she had that way of drawing Kenzie in, putting her at her ease.    He had no problem with letting her take the wheel with Kenzie.<br/><br/>He looked up, watching from his seat as the two women kissed.  Hell's bells, what was it about watching two women kiss that was so powerful sexy?  He shifted in his seat, his trousers suddenly feeling much, much too tight.<br/><br/>He still had Jules' feet in his lap, and it was all he could think of to do to continue to rub them, his fingers sliding over her ankles as she made out with Kenzie directly above him.   He stared, boldly and unapologetically, as the two women pulled apart at last and, for a second, a single gossamer-thin strand of spittle stretched from lip to lip and then broke.<br/><br/>Aware that Kenzie had directed the the question toward him, he shook from his entranced stupor.  "Well, now, little lady, I do like me a good pair of legs," he grinned up, playfully.  He reached over and took Kenzie's foot, his fingers unbuckling the strap, slipping her shoe off, and then setting it beside him in the chair.  "Or two pairs, as the case may be," he added, giving Juliette's calf a squeeze through her pants.