Adam Jones's movements halted for a moment, and the next second he understood what she wanted to say. His gaze lowered to look at Elly Campbell, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.
"Do you really want William to stay by my side a little longer?"
She looked up at him, her eyes clear, the black and white distinct and at the bottom of her eyes, there was an earnestly suppressed expectation.
It was in the way she looked at him, as if these clear eyes, so pure that not a speck of dust could mar them, seemed to reveal any thought that could escape from them.
Yet when Adam Jones looked into these eyes, he felt them burning fiercely, unintentionally stirring up that usually calm place in the depths of his heart.
"That depends on how you treat me," he said.
Seeing that the water in her hair had almost dried, Adam stopped what he was doing, bent slightly, and his nose was a few inches closer to Elly's face.
