Kayla shrugged, pried a small waffle out of the griddle, flipped it onto a plate. To watch Kayla in the kitchen was to watch a dance, a ballet. Economy of motion, perfect control. The effect was heightened by the uniform black she always wore, casual clothes chosen with a bodyguard s eye for practicality. He s good at what he does.
People enjoy what they re good at.
She arranged the waffle on its plate. Tess swallowed another bite of omelet. Oh, he likes what he does well enough, I suppose. Kayla spread butter on the waffle, let it soak in. But he s not really engaged .