Kyle reached over to Andrea and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "Good job, Blondie. You did great."
"Thanks," said Andrea, pushing the phone away from her.
Apparently, across the table wasn't enough distance from the phone. She stood suddenly and walked over to the couch, unceremoniously collapsing onto it.
"At least I managed not to make it worse," she said, rubbing her forehead with her fingertips.
He remembered how she'd dealt with the first call from Sergei on her own, half asleep, no preparation. Not alone this time.
Kyle stood and walked over. As he settled beside her, the cushion dipped noticeably under his weight, gently tilting Andrea into him. His arm instinctively found its place around her.
She sighed, and it felt like she was moving her head a little, trying to find a better position. Well, if she wanted comfortable, why be satisfied with half measures?
