"How did you end up at that countryside resort?" She'd been wondering about it the whole way, and now she finally had a chance to ask.
But just then, Sean Quinn's phone rang. He didn't answer her, instead taking the call. "Mr. Yates? I finally got through…"
It seemed to be a call from Reaper Yates.
Stella Lockwood said no more, obediently stepping aside so as not to disturb the two lovebirds on their call. 'A girl's got to be professional. I'm just an actress they hired, after all.'
Sean Quinn sat on a nearby chair, clutching his throbbing wound. "Yes, I've been calling you. What's going on? Your phone was off. Did those people give you trouble… What? You have a high fever? Is there anyone with you? Okay, I get it. I'm coming over now… Just hang on…"
He shot to his feet, hung up, and looked at Stella Lockwood. "Reaper Yates has a high fever. I have to go. Are you and your sister heading home?" The worry on his stern, handsome face was unmistakable.
