~ Marcus sitting with Mila on the floor ~<br/><br/>Sitting on the hard stone floor should have been uncomfortable for Marcus at his age but he’d always kept himself in shape, a lesson he’d learned from his football days.  Sitting next to a woman as lovely as Mila, especially clad in her night clothes, offered a much more pleasant distraction though and he was able to block out the seeping cold of the stone under his butt.  Turning, he noted the way she was sitting with her knees drawn up and her chin resting on them; it was a cute pose but also a guarded one, at least to his eyes, and he wondered briefly if she was nervous about his presence or just the fact that the guys were in their room.<br/><br/>Grinning, he shrugged.  “Not to hard to figure out.  The guys all retreated to the billiards room for some male bonding so it stood to reason that the three of you would probably do the same.  If you hadn’t, we’d have gone to each of your rooms instead of just one.”  He paused then, thinking about everything else she had said, wanting desperately to wipe her look of worry from her beautiful face and assure her that he’d never end the project but of course he couldn’t do that.  No one knew his true role there and it had to remain a secret for many, many months.  Glancing up as Bo and Nicci made their grand entrance he nudged Mila’s legs with one of his.  “I know I have no intention of leaving the project and if that’s any indication” he said, motioning to the goofiness going on in the room “I’d say at least two others are equally committed.  Since neither you nor Mari have left yet, I think we have a pretty good shot of making this work.  Just my gut though.”  Giving her another playful bump, he turned and gazed out at the others, waiting to see where the rest of their night would go.<br/>