Resting her head against the cool glass of the back passenger window, Mila’s mind drifted. In the near month since she’d been a fellow, the governor had hardly spared her a second glance. Today, however, she’d been practically staring. Mila recalled the dark eyes scanning her legs, resting on her thighs and continuously finding her face. More than once, she’d almost sworn she sensed heat on her skin from her warm, brown eyes. If the governor’s expression hadn’t been equal parts stoic and dour, she’d almost wonder if she were checking her out.
