Weller was graceful, quick and had a knack for moving out of the way when some of the clumsier shifters got too close. For the first time she could remember, when she staggered off the dance floor, it wasn’t because she had been injured, she was simply exhausted. Sitting in the booth, she smiled at Weller. “Thank you.” He drew his brows together in confusion. “For what?” “For a wonderful evening. I had a great time.” She watched to see if he caught on to what she was saying. “The evening isn’t over.” He touched her cheek. “It is for me. Rushing into things isn’t something I enjoy, especially not when it matters this much.” He cocked his head. “Even if you are already certain?” She nodded. “Definitely then. I can explain but not here.” “Shall we leave?”
