Quinn Sullivan lowered her head. "I just had itchy fingers and wanted to try something thrilling."
Lillian Bancroft snorted. "Try something thrilling? Did you think about the consequences?"
"No."
"What's your family's situation? What do your parents do?"
She clamped her mouth shut, not saying a word, clearly unwilling to discuss the topic.
"Are you married?"
She shook her head. "I'm not old enough to be married. I'm only twenty-two."
"That's not young."
"I don't even have a boyfriend."
"Are you willing to be the First Lady?" he blurted out.
She sat on the toilet lid. "No way. Are you one of his recruiters or something?"
"Why not?"
"I just don't want to," she said slowly. "No other reason."
"If you refuse, I'll have you thrown in prison."
Quinn Sullivan shot to her feet. "You..."
