Seth Sinclair leaned lazily against his seat, the corners of his lips curving into a faint, unreadable smile. "You choose me, or you choose him?"
Lianne Lianne shook her head.
Seeing this, Seth Sinclair's brow furrowed slightly. He chided her softly, "Where did you pick up this bad habit of always shaking your head instead of speaking?"
"You're not one of my options," Lianne Lianne said.
Seth Sinclair's eyes turned sharp. "You choose him?"
Lianne Lianne shook her head again. "He's not part of the question."
Seth Sinclair frowned, his sharp, dark eyes fixed on her beautiful face, searching for the slightest crack in her expression.
Mr. Sinclair was using up a lifetime's worth of patience on her.
Before his patience ran out, Lianne Lianne pushed up the brim of her baseball cap, revealing a pair of clear, bright, almond-shaped eyes.
"Feelings aren't a multiple-choice question. Why do I have to choose?"
