Watching Annette squirm in her seat was an incredibly delicious sight. Macy watched her shift from side to side on her chair, casting imploring gazes to Mr. Kincaid who barely looked at her. For some reason, he had his gaze pinned on Will, who was still in Macy’s arms.
Almost curiously, Macy took him in. She had not really let herself scrutinize him since whenever she met him she was in some sort of crisis or another.
It was with a fascinated interest that Macy let her eyes linger on his strong clenched jaw, his full expressive looking lips, the pointed slope of his nose, up to his dark watchful eyes that she saw were now pinned on… her.
Averting her gaze instantly and immediately scolding herself for doing so, Macy readjusted Will a little self-consciously. She could practically fee
