"Look at you. You're smitten." Kim's voice shook Andrew out of his haze, and he shifted. He'd been staring at Maxwell talking to Michael. Maxwell's profile was slightly flushed, his gaze serious as he stared at Michael. Michael was jotting down everything Maxwell said, and Andrew wondered if he had his little recorder with him again.
Turning from where he was leaning in the doorway, he met the warm, green gaze of the older woman who had snuck up on him. He hadn't even realised she was right beside him, and that told him all he needed to know. He was smitten. And whatever was happening in his body was affecting his perception.
He normally was more observant.
