Sensibly heeled shoes.
Nothing remotely provocative.
Nothing that should be turning my brain to mush.
And yet.
Here we are.
Maybe it's the way she's worrying.
Maybe it's the little line between her eyebrows when she's thinking too hard.
Maybe it's the way she immediately starts trying to solve everyone else's problems before her own.
Or maybe I've completely lost my damn mind.
Wouldn't be the first time.
She pinches the bridge of her nose.
Thinking.
Calculating.
Planning.
The little line appears between her eyebrows.
I've noticed it before.
I don't like it.
She looks worried.
And for some reason I don't want to examine too closely, that bothers me.
A lot.
“What?” she finally asks.
Because apparently I've been staring again.
Oops.
I grin.
“I've got an idea.”
Immediate suspicion.
Smart woman.
“No.”
“You don't even know what it is.”
“I don't need to.”
