CHAPTER XV
Copper had been acting strangely of late, Kennon thought as he rolled over in his bed and watched her standing before the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. She pivoted slowly before the glass, eying herself critically, raising her arms over her head, holding them at her sides, flexing her supple spine and tightening muscles that moved like silken cords beneath her golden skin.
“What are you trying to do—become a muscle dancer?” Kennon asked idly.
She whirled, a crimson blush deepening the tan of her face. “You were supposed to be asleep,” she said.
“I’m an unregenerate heel,” he replied, “and I don’t sleep too well nowadays unless you’re beside me.”
“Well—I suppose you might as well know now as later,” she said. “You’ll know in any event.”
“Know what?”
“That you’re
