His smile was gentle and true delight flickered over his features. "That's wonderful to hear. I'll reserve a good seat for you, yes? Just ask the barker, he'll show you where to sit."
He kissed her temple again, a brush of ice-cold lips and the graze of his beard, and then he turned, pausing only in her doorway.
"You really should show that painting to Adair, Lettie," he told her, his hand on the door handle. "Your art's much too good to keep it locked away from the world." And he didn't mean merely the art she drew. He pulled the door closed after himself to give her the privacy and solitude she so respected, heading back toward his own trailer to get his wardrobe.