"We can wait here together, Mom. Mom, are you cold?"
Evan Fairchild walked over to Melody Monroe, took her hand, and blew on it to warm it up.
'From now on, I'm not giving my son any more chances to play the attentive one.'
Watching his father's antics, Ian Monroe's little face puffed up in a pout.
Evan Fairchild glanced at his son's expression, then tucked Melody Monroe's hand inside his shirt. "Why are your hands so cold? Keep them here and warm up."
Ian Monroe: ...
'So that's what they mean by "like repels like."'
'He definitely couldn't stand the sight of Mr. Fairchild for more than three seconds.'
'And he was sure the feeling was mutual.'
"Mom, let's just go inside," Ian Monroe said, tugging on the corner of her shirt. "It's warmer in the house."
Evan Fairchild swept Melody Monroe up into his arms and strode toward the house. "Ian Monroe, go do your homework. Your mother and I have important matters to discuss."
Melody Monroe: ...
'Important indeed.'
