Clara Grant apparently believed him, chuckling out loud. "You little rascal! Still thinking about introducing me to that uncle of yours, wherever he is? Are you planning to make a career out of being a matchmaker?"
"What's a 'matchmaker'?" Cherie asked, not understanding.
"A matchmaker is someone who sets people up, just like you're doing," Clara teased.
"No no no, I don't want to be a matchmaker for anyone else. I only want to be a matchmaker for you and my uncle."
"Well, that career doesn't have much of a future, because there's no way I'm marrying your uncle. You should just forget about it."
The two of them, one big and one small, bantered back and forth, making the few people on the other end listening with bated breath want to laugh.
The moment Seth Quinn heard her voice, a layer of warmth had already softened his cool expression. Although he couldn't see her, just listening to her voice, he could almost picture her face dancing before his eyes.
