He met her eyes and raised his eyebrows, watching in fascination as Granger looked away from him and sipped her wine, the apples of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose becoming a fetching shade of pink. He noticed a curl escaped its bindings, as they often did. Granger’s hand came up to twist it around a finger before letting it spring back to its original state. She exhaled in a rush, pulling him out of his reverie. 