Derek's face tightened into a scowl the moment the question left her lips, but it lacked its usual frost. The lines around his eyes had softened, and the amber in his irises still held a trace of warmth.
"I wasn't smiling," he grumbled, his voice a low rumble against her chest. "The light in here is playing tricks on you."
Kira let out a soft, surprised giggle. She couldn't believe the sudden joy that bubbled up her chest at seeing his smile. "I saw it. Don't you dare deny it, Your Grumpy Grace." She shook her head.
Derek's jaw tightened. "I did no such thing."
"Liar," she sang softly, poking one finger against the hard plane of his chest. "It was small, but it was definitely there. Like the sun trying to peek through storm clouds. Admit it. You smiled at your contract bride."
