The moment Seth Quinn let go of his bath towel, Clara Grant suddenly moved the phone that was blocking her view. 'So it's a contest of who's more shameless, is it? It's not like I've never seen it before. Who's afraid of who!'
Out of the corner of his eye, Seth Quinn saw her sudden shift. One moment she was shyly covering her eyes, and the next she was staring straight at him.
He froze mid-motion and looked at her with a faint smile. "Excited, are we, darling?"
His use of "darling" almost made her shy again, but she fought to remain composed and asked instinctively, "Excited about what?"
"To see your husband's physique, of course," Seth Quinn laughed.
"Mm, I am pretty excited. Ever since we met, I haven't really had a chance to properly admire your physique," Clara Grant retorted, not to be outdone. She even raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a challenging glint in her eye.
