“Where exactly does it hurt?”
"Like a freakin' head vise," he said, massaging his temples and shrugging shoulders stiff with tension. Magnificent shoulders that filled out the black evening jacket like the steel and titanium span bridging Nuevos Mares to mainland New Mycenae.
“Take it off,” Mia instructed.
“Excuse me?” Green-gray eyes probed hers with the merest hint of impending storm at sea -- and Mia wasn't about to press her luck and push his mood past nor'easter.