There was a spark in those blue eyes that Baxter could really fall for. It was the way she looked at her that made her feel shy and fluttery at first but then warmer the longer that Mac looked at her. Despite her gruff exterior, there was something playful about her. Baxter had never met a woman like that. She wasn't sure she'd even seen it before.
Mac wanted to get to the bottom of Baxter's visit here. It didn't look like she'd be leaving anytime soon and that suited her fine. She wanted to catch her attention, make sure that those dark eyes sought her out more often. She took her time, made her feel comfortable and settled into this wonderful city. Mac was no fashion expert but she knew that those heavy black dresses needed to be ditched in this country. Having spent some time in Scotland, she knew what the weather was like in that part of the world. She would at least admit to herself that she was curious to see more than a glimpse of wrist from her English visitor.