Mia's face burned hot enough to warm the air around her. And probably Ford as well! He didn't need a coat if her face was fully aflame with embarrassment!
What must he think of her? Turning so close to his face, speaking of his lips! She'd only meant to be kind, to take notice of the fact that he must be chilly as well, but instead…
She gulped. She was playing with emotional fire. Her father seemed to have changed his tune entirely, but even so, would Ford ever accept her?
The spark of hope, of something more, refused to be quashed within her. Her magic had apparently chosen Ford as a suitable husband, and steadfastly stood by that determination. Though the pull abated while she was in physical contact with him, she still found herself wanting to be near him for other reason.
Because she enjoyed it.
