Mia rushed to Ford's side. He'd kept her invisible during the skirmish, but let her go to run off and fight the feisty little acid-spitting creatures.
She hated that.
Now that she could see him again, she took his hand, firmly, and shot him a glare to let him know of her displeasure.
He shrugged and raised an unrepentant brow.
What could she do about it?
Not a thing.
"That was uncalled for. We're in this together," She told him. She wanted to harangue him further, but remembered that, while he had declared an intention to propose, he hadn't actually done so.
She had no real claim on him, and didn't want to nag him into leaving before she did. So she clenched her jaw and looked at her aunt.
"I'm so sorry, Aunt Annie, I interrupted you while you were telling us how things went."
