Teressa stared at Eloise, seeing no resemblance between them. "This is my first time seeing her. I should have known she was a Hawthorne with all the guards and that carriage."
Teressa stared at Eloise, watching as she stepped inside a small shop with Rosalie, the faint jingle of the doorbell marking their entrance.
What first crossed her mind was the night she had shared with Quinn Hawthorne.
'Is that why he was so upset?' Teressa wondered, recalling his behaviour. 'Was he troubled because others would say he bedded a woman like his brother's wife? Or was that his intention all along?'
"Teressa, we must go."
"You go ahead without me. There is a task I must do first," Teressa said, sending her companion away with a dismissive wave.
The memory of Quinn tossing her from his chamber lingered bitterly. She had been wounded that he hadn't given her a proper chance.
