He slipped off his jacket, draped it over the back of a chair, and then pulled off his tie. “Make yourself at home.” Keira waved at the room. He slipped off his shoes. “I plan to.” She gave him a wary stare. He came over to her and sat on the edge of the bed. “We’re going to blow our cover if we don’t get a little cozier.” He saw that instant line of tension around her mouth. “You’ve heard something?” He shook his head. “Talib told me we’re acting more like an old married couple than like a guy who can’t keep his hands off his girlfriend. A place like this—where everyone knows everyone—means gossip, and we’re becoming a topic.” “Sounds like your problem.” She had her shoes on still, so he pulled them off and pulled her feet into his lap. He could feel the stiffness in her. “What are you doing?” she asked, dropping each word like they were ice cubes.
