Fixing a polite expression on her face, Mia pulled the bottom of her own sweater and jacket over her hips, hoping Neil wouldn't notice that her legs looked and moved like a pair of stiff, overstuffed sausages, then she opened the door and walked downstairs into the cozy living room.
Mia's eyes went automatically to the sofa by the fire where she expected to see him. Instead he was across the room, staring out the glass wall at the falling snow, his imposing back turned to her, his hands shoved deep into his trouser pockets.
