Damian Fairchild's expression was pained. "What do you want?"
Seraphina Quinn averted her gaze from his face. "I don't want anything. Until I've figured out what to do about this child, just don't come looking for me for a while."
As she finished speaking, Wyatt Quinn's car pulled up beside her.
Wyatt Quinn pushed the door open and got out, motioning for Seraphina Quinn to get in the car. "Wait for me in the car. I need to have a private word with him."
Seraphina Quinn had no objection.
She turned, opened the car door, and sat inside.
After she was in the car, Wyatt Quinn jerked his chin at Damian Fairchild. "Let's talk over there."
Damian Fairchild headed toward a nearby flowerbed, with Wyatt Quinn following close behind.
They stood slightly apart, and Wyatt Quinn seized the initiative:
