"I told you back then that I'd spray some perfume on you, but you absolutely refused. You said you thought this ointment smelled amazing and unique. I remember thinking the scent was way too sweet and cloying, and that guys wouldn't like it. But then Miles Quinn couldn't stop kissing you. I wonder if that scent had something to do with it?"
As Sarah Shelby spoke, she suddenly realized she had gone off on a tangent—a disastrous one at that. The smile on her face froze, and she lightly slapped her mouth with her other hand.
"Oh god, listen to me rambling. What am I doing, bringing up all that old stuff now that you're his sister-in-law? Clara, don't be mad. You know I have no filter."
Clara Grant continued to carefully apply the ointment for her, massaging it in gently. Without even looking up, she smiled and said, "It's fine. I'm not hung up on it anymore. I'm actually a little glad I never got to confess back then. Otherwise, I wouldn't be with Seth Quinn now."
