It was cute, watching the three dogs pep up to attention at the sound of Will’s whistle. They seemed so well-trained and obedient. So trusting and loyal. It said something about their master. The dogs fell into formation and Fanny trotted along after. Yelena smiled. She was still reveling in the surprise and gratefulness of having her dog arrive suddenly in the hotel and at a moment of need the way she did.
She was observing as they walked along because she was curious. She had no agenda, no real need to figure him out, beyond whether or not she could trust him. He hadn’t taken advantage of the prime opportunity that had been presented to him—a lone girl in his room, sequestered away from everything and everyone, easily overlooked in the midst of all the chaos—and that meant something to Yelena. Maybe it was no amazing feat to some, she knew many who would have seized that kind of situation, so it was still significant to her.
She hadn’t expected the question, when it came, but it was a fair one. Was he self-conscious about it? Yelena decided she would answer honestly.
“They are more subtle on sight than they were by feel. Although I have a feeling you do your best to hide them.” She remembered the way he quickly covered himself when she caught him stepping out of the shower. “Do they bother you?”