The moment she got in the car, Lianne Lianne started pulling at Seth Sinclair's clothes.
Seth Sinclair's strong arm tightened around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. He chuckled. "What's the rush? Liam Shaw is still here."
In the driver's seat, Liam Shaw's hand froze on the steering wheel upon hearing that, and he quickly raised the partition.
He didn't know the details, but he didn't dare to pry. He had to make a point of not listening.
With a clear conscience, Lianne was unfazed by Seth Sinclair's teasing. Her face didn't flush, and her heart didn't race. She didn't push him away with force, merely resting her fingers lightly on his shoulder.
"You're injured. Don't hold me so tight."
Seth Sinclair buried his face in the side of her neck, his hot breath brushing against her skin. The corners of his lips curved into a smile, but he didn't speak.
