Suzy's touch was light, her finger tracing an idle path from one point of his shoulder to the next as she walked slowly behind his chair. He could feel the warmth of her presence, smell the faint, sweet fragrance of the lavender soap he'd used when he bathed her.
"Is that so?" she replied, her voice a low murmur that seemed to vibrate against his ear as she leaned in slightly from behind him. "You think I'm the one who might not be alright?" She paused, her lips very close to his ear now. "Am I alright, Ryan?" she asked, echoing his earlier concerned question, but her tone was different – teasing, almost challenging.
Ryan's mind, which moments before had been occupied with murder investigations and estate documents, became a chaotic mess.
Did something offend her again? Did I say something wrong? Was my choice of words inadequate?
