Echo let him guide her to the couch, still wondering how things would go. If he would be insistent about taking things a step further. (She just wasn't ready.) Or if this was one of those visits in which he would point out flaws. (They usually went that way no matter what the visit was about.)
She had gotten used to his presence and perhaps even more confident than she should have been. But somewhere inside that beautiful head of hers she doubted this entire thing.