The last word had barely been spoken when a deep voice suddenly cut in. "What happened to Claire?"
Landon Winston stiffened and instinctively turned, giving a standard military salute. "Young Master Quincy!"
Adrian Quincy gave a slight nod. He walked with a steady gait and stopped in front of Cecily Taylor, his cold gaze landing directly on Claire Sinclair's unconscious face.
BA-DUMP, BA-DUMP...
For the first time in her life, Cecily Taylor lost her composure in front of a man. Her heart began to pound erratically, completely awed by his noble and domineering presence.
When she'd seen him on television, she had always felt he was completely unattainable. But now, he was standing right in front of her, and the assertive woman was suddenly struck by a single thought—'I have to have him!'
'Conquer this man and become the future first lady!'
Adrian Quincy's brow furrowed slightly. Without a word, he reached out, gathered Claire Sinclair into his arms, and turned to leave.
