"..."
Mia Grant smiled.
It turned out that people really did laugh when they were utterly speechless.
Just like her, right now.
'What did he mean, helping me decide?'
'How amusing.'
'The coercion couldn't be more obvious, pal.'
'Fine, fine. So that's how we're playing this, is it?'
"What do you want then, Brother?"
"Mia knows best what I want." His fingertip caressed the spot over her heart.
Mia tilted her head back and gave him a sweet smile. "So, what you want is an obedient little bird you can lock up, admire, and tease all by yourself. Is that right, Brother?"
The faint, ticklish sensation over her heart vanished.
His fingertip had stopped abruptly beside the thin strap of her dress.
A gentle flick of his finger was all it would take to hook it open, allowing him to take more.
Time slipped by. The back seat was silent. Silas Grant still hadn't made his next move.
