'That's what I think,' Claire Sinclair thought, but she didn't say it out loud. She just said, "I have so much writing to do, and I can't get it done here. So I'd better not stay. If you want a woman, you can go find someone else."
With that, she turned to leave immediately.
Adrian Quincy suddenly gripped her arm tightly, his voice deep as he said, "Claire, never doubt my loyalty to you. I don't want anyone but you."
Claire Sinclair stared blankly at his stern, handsome face. The resolute look in his eyes was enough to prove his devotion to her.
'Did I say the wrong thing?'
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
"If you don't want to stay, I won't force you. Let's go."
With that, he led the way out.
Claire Sinclair hesitated for a moment before following him to the set.
Adrian Quincy was a man who valued efficiency, and Henry Hartwell had won a major photography award in his youth. With two powerhouses working together, the photoshoot went exceptionally smoothly.
