Whenever Lianne appeared, Seth Sinclair's gaze never left her. Sometimes it was obvious, but most of the time, it was subtle.
Men understand men best, especially when they've been like brothers for over twenty years.
The way Seth Sinclair looked at Lianne was the way a man looks at a woman.
Intensely aggressive.
"The chemistry between you two has been different from everyone else's from the very beginning," Quinn Preston said slowly. "Something's definitely off with one of you."
Upon hearing this, Seth Sinclair gently swirled his glass with a long, elegant hand, the amber liquid inside sloshing against the crystal. He scoffed lightly. "Couldn't it just be that she likes me?"
Quinn Preston turned his head to look at him and asked, despite already knowing the answer, "At our mentor's last birthday banquet, who was it that brought our junior along?"
The two locked eyes, and a strange silence fell between them.
