As a consummate master of the innocent act, Mia Grant's every expression, gesture, and tone of voice was flawless.
The girl stood at the top of the spiral staircase on the second floor, her eyes still heavy with sleep. She must have rushed out, having forgotten her shoes; her bare feet rested on the carpet. She was now on her tiptoes, leaning against the ornate railing to peer down below.
Strands of her hair hung down, fluttering in the air with the hem of her dress, making her look as if she might topple over at any moment.
That simple act of leaning forward made the man downstairs's heart clench. Before he even realized it, he had shot up from the sofa. "That's dangerous! Stand still, don't move."
The memory of her jumping into the sea was still seared into his mind, and he couldn't bear to see her do anything so reckless now.
Mia Grant acted as if she hadn't heard him, trying to get a better look at his guest.
