Unrequited love. It was the most bitter taste in the world. On that topic, he had more right to speak than anyone.
"You're in love with your 'big brother'," Morton Grant said, seeing right through her.
Skylar whipped her head around, startled, and exclaimed in disbelief, "You..."
"But your 'big brother' loves Stella Lockwood." Morton Grant exposed her again, speaking each word with deliberate weight. "Now that Stella Lockwood has married Mr. Quinn, you must be pretty happy, aren't you? But, Skylar Lockwood, Flynn Lynch is dead. It's time you moved on from your secret love. He's not the only man in the world."
"What I do is none of your damn business..."
Skylar shot to her feet in anger, turning to make a flustered escape. For so many years, no one had ever seen through her. 'How could I have been read so easily by someone I've barely known?'
But Morton Grant grabbed her by the wrist. "You only get one life. Do you really want to spend the rest of it pining for a dead man?"
