Ford stared at Mia for a long moment, studying her face. The first time they'd talked privately together since before the cave… if you didn't count her single question to him in the barn.
Her words hung between them, an acknowledgement that they were keeping secrets from her father. While he was incredibly grateful for it, there was still a slight sense of wrongness about it.
Not that they had done anything wrong, particularly, but just that they both knew instinctively how angry it would make the man.
She dropped her gaze and moved as if to step around him and head back to the camp. He reached his hand out and took her wrist.
"Mia, I've been wanting to talk to you." He blurted awkwardly.
The woman looked up at him, startled, but he rushed ahead before she could flee.
