Seeing them, Faye Jennings breathed a quiet sigh of relief. 'So Seth Quinn is still here.' She hadn't seen them over at the hotel for so long, she'd thought he had already left.
Her gaze pretended to casually sweep over Seth Quinn's face before landing on Poppy Vance. She smiled faintly and said, "Poppy, I saw you hadn't made it to the hotel, so I brought the autographed photos over. I had some that were already signed, and I just did a few more. See if this is enough. If not, I can go sign some more."
As she spoke, she held out the bag she was carrying.
Poppy Vance had caught the look Faye Jennings just gave Seth Quinn. She understood perfectly. 'The only reason Faye Jennings would personally run all the way over here to deliver photos is to get a chance to see Brother Quinn, isn't it?'
'His actual wife is standing right here, yet she's brazenly lusting after her husband.' A sudden urge to tease her came over Poppy Vance.
