"Adler, haven't seen you in a while. What have you been busy with lately?"
Just as Ian Quincy was about to open the door, Sam Holden came in from the mouth of the alley, greeting them with a sleazy grin.
Cecilia Adler said blandly, "I've been busy studying for my driver's license, so I've been held up."
"You're getting a driver's license? A woman as a driver, can you even handle that?" With Ian Quincy present, Sam Holden didn't dare to stare openly at Cecilia Adler, so he just shot her furtive glances. Her skin was fair, her lips red.
She was wearing loose-fitting long pants and a short-sleeved shirt.
Her figure looked delicate and petite.
'If she were his wife, he'd keep her in bed all year round.'
Ian Quincy couldn't ignore the man's predatory gaze. Fury made it impossible to suppress his rage, and just as he was about to make a move, he remembered Cecilia Adler's words: 'When you get angry, rub your bodhi beads.'
