Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, countless lights twinkled from homes and neon signs flickered. The man before her was dressed in a light-colored suit, no tie. He stood tall and straight, his eyes holding a cool indifference that gave him a natural air of melancholy. But when he curved his lips into a smile at Joyce Monroe…
His eyes crinkled slightly, suffused with tenderness.
'How could it be him?'
The moment their eyes met, Joyce Monroe's breath hitched. A flicker of astonishment crossed her face, but she quickly regained her composure. She said only, "Mr. Quinn, hello."
That one address, "Mr. Quinn," made the smile on Jasper Quinn's face freeze slightly.
In the past,
She had called him Mr. Quinn… she had even called him Jasper…
But she had never, ever called him Mr. Quinn like this.
"Have a seat." Jasper Quinn acted like a gentleman and pulled out her chair.
