She did the thing where she jerked the lighter back as Trals reached for it. He wasn't expecting it, and those big, fast fingers closed over air. The second time, though, he grabbed her elbow. For a second, his skin stroked the length of her arm, warm and gritty. He pressed against her tendons like the frets of a guitar, and Andrea's fingers popped open.

He caught the lighter, but didn't let go of her. Andrea looked up into his face. Mouth smiling, eyes hard and ...