Mariah rolled her eyes in mock-disgust. “The green tint is caused by refraction of light over the waves,” she told him. “It only happens at sunrise or sunset when weather conditions and the sun’s angle are perfect.”
Then her lips curved in a grudging smile. “We were lucky to see it.”
“Maybe it’ll bring us luck,” he suggested, and a teasing gleam lit his dark blue eyes.
She made a scoffing noise. “Right. What other bedtime stories do you know?”
“If I am elected…” Mac instantly proclaimed, then chuckled at her outraged expression.
Suddenly she became aware of his warm hands gliding over her arms, and her heart began to race.
They were still in a crisis situation—yet she couldn’t summon the strength to move away. Not yet, not when she was still so unnerved by the crash, and his terrifyi
