Calhoun stared at Madeline, admiring her when she looked away from him to look at what was outside the carriage. The way she held her hands on her lap, he didn't have to know that she was aware of his eyes on her. And though she knew it, she tried not to look back until she finally spoke,
"There are other things to look at. Stop looking at me," her words came out tired and this only brought smile on Calhoun's lips. Unable to resist the man, Madeline finally turned her head to look at him.
"I was looking at your dress. It fits too perfectly," he complimented her, his line of sight moving down from her neck to her bossom and then to her waist before he looked down at the flowing skirt.