"I made sure she never saw me do it," Katrina said loftily. "I'm pretty sure she's caught you doing it. More than once."
She tossed the last bit of broken ceramic into the trash, and set everything aside, leaning into him again. It was late, and she'd had more wine than normal, which always made her sleepy. She rested her head on his shoulder and let him hold her, trusting that she was always safe with him around.
"Yeah," she said. "If I get to use you as a pillow."