It never ceased to amuse her, seeing that indignant expression cross his face, seeing a roll of his eyes that, to Lola, meant temporary defeat. They might've been old steps, but they were never quite old in the tired sense. Not to her. And that was all that mattered.
As long as he reacted, Lola was pleased with herself.
Watching the brief change in his expression made her chuckle, that glint in the man's eye answer enough. Lola knew men too well not to know what he was thinking, not to have some clue.
"I'd drag you down with me," Lola replied, as matter of fact as Carter had been, punctuating the nonchalant chatter with an equally emotionless flick of another photograph into the fire.