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But since that wasn't possible, all Cat could do was frown, smile, and make a face, and all at the same time, too. He just had her so flustered, and well...
Great.
Her husband's eyes were gleaming again.
"Did I embarrass you?"
"You didn't."
"So I did."
"No, you really didn't, and you still haven't answered my question."
"There's nothing complicated to it." Ezio's tone was pensive, and he had also started playing absently with her nipple, which of course had her feeling the opposite of pensive. In fact, if he continued touching her like this, it was only a matter of time before she lost her mind and begged him to do, well,more.
"You just need to take the time to look for patterns. And when you find them, there will always be loopholes to take advantage of."
"Always?"
His fingers stilled. "Because nothing - and no one - is infallible."
The sudden grimness of his tone made her heart ache.
Because she knew without being told that his words were knowledge that he hadn't acquired without cost.
"Your grandmother told me just a bit about your childhood," Cat confessed.
Her husband only smiled, and her heart ached anew because she could see that it was a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"My turn to ask a question."
She nodded eagerly, relieved to have a change of subject. "Okay."
"Is it just me...or are you not ascoordinatedas most people believe you to be?"
"It's you," she said right away.
He smiled again, and it was real this time, and while she knew she should be happy about that...
"My wife is a closet klutz."
Oh, the way he said those words.
"Who would have thought?"
Cattleya made a face.
Yes,fine, it was true.
Shewasa klutz, and had always been so.
But because she also tended to blend with the background, people had never really noticed the frequency in which she bumped into things and tripped over her own feet.
And so most people had assumed she was this graceful little thing, and since Cat had secret dreams of being a ballerina, she had thought rather childishly,well, what harm would it do, to let people think what I also want them to think?
Cat mustered the courage to peek at her husband's expression after confessing the shameful truth, but instead of looking at her with condescension, he was actuallysmiling.
And yes, this, too, was real, but it was also different.
