Perhaps it was the alcohol clouding his vision, but Fox decided then and there that his wife was decidedly pretty. Her eyes were particularly beautiful—wide-set, warm, and fringed with thick lashes. The curves of her body in the tight fit of her silk bodice beckoned him to take a second (and third) glance and set a low heat simmering in his veins. He pulled his eyes away from her lips before his drunk brain said or did anything untoward.
