Kate never wants to be held. Not like this. Never. But she's not going to drink it all away, nowhere to run, new sexual conquests feel like razor wire slices. If he wants to hold onto her, that's okay. Tonight. It's fine. Because she just wants him.

"Yeah?" She aims for smoky, but doesn't quite get there. It's more please tell me you wanted me than she ever wants to hear coming from her. "Didn't trust that I'd come back on my own?" That sounds more like Kate Freelander, even if it's not edged, not at all.