"You don't have any then some to tell," Marcus said, but he didn't refute her point, either. He knew what she was saying, and they weren't going to spill each other's secrets. He reached out to the wheel and unstuck where things had gotten wrapped when she went off-kilter, and took the roving from her as he turned the wheel. Turning the wheel slightly, he pointed at the pedal. "You pedal, I'll spin," he said. "Tempo. Music. Try to find the right speed."
He waited until she started that and he had the roving sliding between his fingers, practiced touch helping it find the right tension and twist. "We've all got our secrets," he agreed. "Neither of us is going to say a fucking thing."