In the bedroom, he spared only a brief look around. It was like most of the bedrooms he'd been in in Darrow--which hadn't been very many at all--in that it was sparse and utilitarian, and she was still working to make it her on. He was much more interested in her, anyway.

He unzipped her, proficient with that as he had been with her garter straps. He leaned in, as the dress parted across her back, and kissed the arch of her spine gently.