They were a good balance. Sometimes she shared too much. But she knew how he felt. And he knew how she felt. Or she hoped he did. It wasn't as if she made it obvious or anything. With the adoring look in her eye when she gazed up at him. Or the slightly pervish one when he turned away to get her dress.
"Thank you." Heather took the dress and carefully stepped into it, pulling the straps to cover her bra straps. She turned her back to him in a silent plea for him to do up the zipper once more. "Just the shoes and the shawl and I'll be set."