I shifted back to Shea just in time to spy Shea’s eyes traveling slowly up from my chest to my lips. Caught, his cheeks turned as pink as a peony. Really? I grinned, but he wasn’t looking at me anymore. He’d turned his attention to the end of the table, talking with Connor about video games. I kept looking at Shea, trying to will him to turn my way. I wanted to tease him a bit, get that flush spreading, see if I could get his eyes to wander down to my chest again.
