“Hot,” she said. Her tone was joking and thick with sarcasm, but it really wasn’t a bad look on him.
And she noticed the way he softened at the mention of Abigail. She had exchanged words with the other girl over the networks. Had offered to talk to Yelena about some of the horrors they both experienced. It was a rare thing. “She seems sweet,” said Yelena. “Abigail.”
As much as she made light of her need for the handcuffs, referencing them as most people who were not under arrest might talk about them, she appreciated that Will saw through that good and early. No, there was nothing sexy about her need for them. At the way she’s used them. He was right, it was a safety blanket.
The stroke of his thumb across her lips was something else. Her lips parted automatically beneath his touch. He stepped back and took his hand away before it could verge on the edge of obscene. Yelena took the rest of what he said as a compliment. Or perhaps as close to one as he could muster.
“We talked about going fishing. You know how some people just talk about things and never get around to doing it?” She shrugged. “Our dogs are clearly not those people. They like to take initiative.”