With a harrumph of disgust, I linked my arm through his; prepared to put up with his obnoxious behavior for the five minutes it would take to get downstairs. Pausing for a second, I leaned over to pick up the train of my dress, slipping the tiny loop over my finger. It wouldn"t do for me to fall down the flight of stairs now.”
“How do I look?” Nick asked, instinctively slowing his pace to match mine.
“Fine,” I announced through gritted teeth.
“Gee, thanks.”
Ignoring his sarcasm, we made our way slowly down the hallway to the head of the stairs and Nick paused, eyeing me uncertainly.
“Maybe I should carry you.”
“No. Thank you.” I smiled coolly and gripped the handrail determinedly.
Nick shrugged. “Okay then.” We walked slowly down the stairs and a cacophony of sound reached my ears f
