His last words made Clara Grant's heart flutter, and though her eyes were shy, she raised an eyebrow to ask, "Me? Am I any different from other women?"
"Of course you're different. In all my twenty-eight years, you're the only woman who's ever made me react on sight." As Seth Quinn spoke, his expression turned hazy and suggestive.
Clara Grant had known him for so long and had seen that expression countless times. She knew exactly what he was thinking.
If it weren't for his injuries, he probably would have turned into a wolf and pounced on her by now.
Clara Grant's face flushed. Part of her was shy, but she was also worried that if he got too worked up, it would be painful for him to hold back. Not daring to pursue the topic, she hastily changed the subject. "Tell me, is there anything else you're hiding from me? If so, just tell me everything today."
