He was openly looking at me now, amusement and contentment radiating from his baby blues, and I had the sudden urge to lean in and kiss him. I didn’t. Janessa decided that was the perfect time to come with the coffee pot to see if we needed refills. I barely spared her a glance, unable to take my eyes off Quaid as I shooed her away. How dare she interrupt us when I’d finally cracked the scowling man’s façade and made him smile? Couldn’t she see how important that was?
