Chapter 71

• She really did want me. I was convinced now. Three weeks ago, Mia would stand a respectable distance away from me whenever we were having a direct conversation. Sure, she'd lose her head and get intimately close without realizing it, but never when she was fully aware of my presence.
• Today, she was clearly inside my personal space, close enough that if I just leaned forward I could touch my chin to her forehead. She still wasn't quite touching me, but I could feel the warmth of her breath at my neck.
• Armed with Taylor's assurances of Mia's desire, I spent the afternoon observing Mia while we worked together to arrange the media room, my private home theater, with all the highest-tech equipment in video and surround sound. When the contractors were about, painting or constructing or assembling, Mia stayed aloof from me like a field marshal organizing her troops while occasionally asking my opinion for minor design tweaks.