Liam Linden stiffened slightly but acted as if nothing was wrong. "Go on and sleep," he urged.
Faye Vaughn's fingers twined around his, and she pressed his palm under her cheek. "I'll just take a little nap, then. I'm suddenly so sleepy now that I'm full."
She was afraid he would run off, and the mouse would scurry out.
Liam Linden thought, 'She doesn't mean anything else by this. She's just scared.'
He tried to clear his mind and focus on his plan.
But the soft, smooth skin beneath his palm kept derailing his thoughts.
Liam Linden couldn't help but gaze at her face.
She was lying on her side, her cheek nestled in his palm, looking impossibly cute.
From his vantage point, her raven-black eyelashes drooped, casting faint, fan-shaped shadows across her snow-white skin. It was a heart-stoppingly beautiful sight.
Liam Linden was reminded of his mother, Joanna Linden, who was also beautiful enough to be coveted.
