"A subtle spark between us, and after tonight, we'll be more than just friends."
STAR Bar was playing a Cantonese song, and just as that line played, Quinn Preston, who had just returned to the country, caught an unexpected glimpse of a familiar figure.
A deafening ROAR echoed in his ears. The thick wall built around his heart came crashing down, kicking up a sky-blotting cloud of dust that blurred his reason.
Sophie Sheridan was sitting at the round bar, holding a cocktail, laughing and chatting with the woman in a black skirt and green blouse beside her.
Quinn Preston stood at the head of the stairs, his eyes quietly lifting to size up Sophie Sheridan in silence, just as he was accustomed to doing.
Jeans and a sweater. It was a soft outfit, but on her, it took on a different kind of flair—clean, sharp, and strikingly spirited.
