A moment later, she heard his sharp intake of breath. She spun around and feigned surprise. “Oh…Seth…when did you get back?”
“A little while ago,” he replied, struggling to return the chair to an upright position. The way his cheeks mottled, his legs kicked the upraised footrest, and his arm frantically worked the chair’s mechanism to no satisfaction seemed almost comical. “I…I thought you were already asleep.”
Suppressing a grin, Mia stepped to the recliner. “Allow me.” She wiggled the handle, using the “magical touch” she had learned when the mechanism began sticking several years earlier. With a loud twang, the chair snapped upright.
Seth nearly flew out of the seat, but gained his footing before he crashed into the towering potted palm beside the entertainment center. “Ah…thanks, Cu
