If there was one thing she had learned while they’d been together, it was how obsessive he was about doors and locks. He’d never let her checking be enough, so she left him to do it now. She slipped her shoes off in the foyer and padded across the floor to the sofa. She plopped down on it and leaned her head back against the leather. It had been a very long day and total exhaustion was fast catching up. When Gareth joined her, he came into the room, glanced around, and walked straight to the entertainment system. He found some soulful jazz music on the radio and turned it up until it was a tad uncomfortable for her ears. Since it probably was for his as well, she glared at his action only to be completely ignored. His jacket landed on a chair before he walked to her. “Dance with me,” he ordered, holding out a hand. Sighing reluctantly, she let Gareth pull her from her seat and into his arms. She knew it wasn’t really dancing on his mind, but rather keeping their watchers entertained while they talked.
