Her eyes went to his quickly. She flinched once, reflexively, and then brought her gaze slowly back. He was smirking at her. Instead of annoying her and making her want to punch his face, the sentiment inspired by the same look on the face of his son, she instead fought the urge to smile at him in return. His chiseled features were more regal and less rodent-like, his sharp jaw was strong and defined, and his lean body was offset by broad shoulders. His long blond hair was pulled back. It looked soft, she thought, distracted for a second.