'It wasn't because he was the Sinclair family's second son.'
Lianne's feelings for Seth Sinclair had nothing to do with power or status. It wasn't because he had helped her, nor was it the suspension bridge effect of a hero saving a damsel in distress.
'And it wasn't because he's your brother.'
Lianne liking Seth Sinclair had nothing to do with anyone else, and no one could interfere with them.
It all came down to one thing: "I just like him."
Her words were like a sharpened blade, slicing mercilessly through Ethan Sinclair's mind and leaving him breathless.
The little girl he had watched grow up was now standing before him, resolutely telling him that she liked someone else.
Ethan spoke, his voice slightly raspy. "How long have you even known him to be talking about love?"
"I know we haven't known each other long, not even a year." Lianne's eyes were clear and bright, brave and honest. "But our feelings can't be measured by time. They're measured by what we feel."
