Her skin, Sutton saw, was. magnolia-white and her eyes were granite-colored with shadows deep within them.
He closed the door softly.
"I was glad to wait," he said.
Her lips twitched just a little and he said, "I don't like shoes. They cramp one's feet too much."
He pressed the button savagely and the elevator sprang upward. The lights ticked off the floors.
Sutton stopped the cage. "This is my floor," he said.
He had the door open and was halfway out, when she spoke to him.
"Mister."
"Yes, what is it?"
"I didn't mean to laugh. I really-truly didn't."