"The chair is fine." If the chair is occupied with coats, neither one could sit in it, now could they? Waverly dutifully stood before him, back turned, and shrugged off her coat. Free from the heavy outerwear, she moved away to let him do the same for himself, hands occupied with removing first earrings and then necklace. Those she deposited in a velvet-lined case that sat atop the room's dresser.

Comfortable. She was making herself comfortable here and with him. The only thing she refrained from doing was removing her heels. Barefoot would feel better but she wasn't willing to present him with her crippled-looking dancer's feet. They were ugly and unsexy.

"So, Mr. Officer, what's the verdict on French food?" Yes, she knew he was a detective, but it was more fun to keep changing up the way she addressed him.