Of all the places Seth Quinn could have brought her, it just had to be the ridiculously expensive Western restaurant Miles Quinn had taken her to that very morning.
'He was clearly in a bad mood. Was his plan to eat me into bankruptcy just to cheer himself up?'
Clara Grant's first instinct was to flee, but Seth Quinn, getting out of the car right after her, seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. Before she could make a move, his arm was already around her waist.
"Let's go inside."
"Uh… well, look, it's only a little after four, not even five. It's too late for lunch and too early for dinner. The restaurant might not even be open yet. How about we…"
Clara Grant dragged her feet, trying her best to persuade Seth Quinn to pick a different spot, all with a strained smile on her face.
But before she could finish, Seth Quinn cut her off, his voice flat. "This restaurant is open all day, so there's nothing to worry about. Let's go."
