Beatrice sat on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, her chin resting lightly on them.
When Sebastian asked the question, she lifted her eyes to look at him, but she couldn't hold his gaze for long.
His eyes were sincere. His intent was sincere. He could stand there and meet her gaze without hesitation. But she…
She was not sincere.
And in front of that open, honest heart of his, she suddenly felt very small. It showed. Her eyes dropped to the floor.
"You gave your phone number to my mother?" she asked quietly.
Yesterday, her mother had called, laughing and giggling, telling her that someone from the Remington family had paid ten thousand dollars to bail her brother out of jail. After that, her mother had searched him online and discovered exactly who Sebastian Remington was.
Filthy rich. Powerful. Important.
