Sean Quinn's scalp tingled with dread.
'It's over. The cat's out of the bag.'
Stella Lockwood's face began to burn.
"Y-You... didn't you leave?" Sean Quinn felt uncomfortable all over.
"I was taking a few calls in my car. I was about to come over and talk to you about something, but then I saw you driving out, so I hurried to catch up." Not too far away, Reaper Yates halted, his smiling gaze fixed on the beauty in Sean's arms. "Aren't you going to make an introduction?"
Sean Quinn knew this was unavoidable. He patted Stella Lockwood's arm and said softly, "Go on, say hi..."
Stella Lockwood had no choice but to lift her head. She smoothed her slightly messy hair and waved a small, extremely awkward hand. "Hey, Reaper..."
