Faye Vaughn let out a tiny "ah," her face and ears burning.
She reached out to push Vincent Hawthorne. "Lawyer Hawthorne, get up..."
Vincent Hawthorne didn't move. He spoke in a low voice, "Didn't we agree you'd call me by my name?"
Embarrassed and annoyed, Faye Vaughn's voice was a whisper. "Vincent, you're pinning me down. How am I supposed to get up?"
Watching her shy expression, Vincent Hawthorne felt something stir within him.
He gave in to his instincts, gripping her chin. His voice was hoarse. "Audrey, I want to kiss you."
He lowered his head, closing the distance until their lips were inches apart.
Suddenly, a shocked cry rang out—
"Vince! What are you doing?"
It was a woman's voice.
A very familiar female voice.
Vincent Hawthorne froze, an agitated heat flaring in his chest.
He took a deep breath, straightened up, and turned to see a familiar, radiant face.
Vivian Windsor.
'She saw it all.'
